The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 539

“Okay, you jogged my memory. Natalie did in fact send me a message, but I was in the middle of surgery at the time… I do apologize,” Frank apologized right away. He rubbed between his eyebrows and said, “Come inside. I’m going to see how you are right now. How are you feeling…”

Elizabeth cut him off before he could complete his sentence, “Forget it. Dr. Watson, you sound like you’re ready to drop. Take a break and relax. I’ll see you next time.”

Elizabeth feared that Frank would tell her something she wouldn’t like to hear.

She had to summon a lot of guts to get herself here. Frank didn’t have the time for her, so everything was probably just meant to be.

Elizabeth immediately left.

“Hey…” Frank ran out of his office. He was just about to catch up to Elizabeth when he ran into Wade again. Wade’s toolbox was in his hand, but Frank knocked it off and everything inside was suddenly everywhere!

“Why have you come back, Wade?” By this point, Frank had no option but to go down on his knees and assist Wade with the tools.

“You owe me money. That’s why I’m here.” Wade, noticing that Frank’s gaze had wandered, looked at him with a grin and remarked, “So you denied that she was your girlfriend, right? Then I guess you can’t keep gazing at her like that, Dr. Watson. What a lovely young woman she is!”

With that, Frank pulled a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and remarked, “The answer is still no, and she is not. Keep the change. If the door is damaged again, I’ll be sure to contact you again.”

He got to his feet and set off after Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was presently awaiting the elevator.

outcome and whether or not Frank had recommended any

not tell her that Frank didn’t have time for her at all. She had to reassure Natalie that she would take care of herself and then asked her

entered the elevator. After her, two

Our hospital was experiencing a medical dispute.” Because of their close proximity, Elizabeth could hear the short-haired nurse’s muffled voice even though she was speaking at a reduced

“In a word, yes. I have an idol in the surgeon who performed the operation. Dr. Watson. He must be in horrible pain right now. He lost a seven-year-old child whom he had cared for for four years. I

there was no way around that. Yesterday, the boy’s condition deteriorated dramatically, and his death was to be expected. The boy’s mom, however, had a mental breakdown and had been harassing Dr. Watson, claiming the whole thing was his responsibility. What does any of this have to do with Dr. Watson,

nurse, who was noticeably shorter, tapped her on

hear anything as she continued to fiddle with her phone. She finally realized why Frank looked so down in the dumps when he returned

to go upstairs to check on Frank once again, but she heard footsteps coming from the direction of

steps,

catch up with Elizabeth. He gave her the coat and told her, “You forgot to

coat from his hand. “Thanks,” she

had been tidied up. Was it you who helped me pack things?” He stood still, trying to keep

sorry. I moved your things without your permission,” Elizabeth explained, flustered. “I’m a neat freak; I hate to see

cheeks burned with

my table was really messy.” “I thought you were a patient who’d snuck into my office without an appointment,” Frank said apologetically.

Frank seemed genuinely remorseful.

Elizabeth assured him. “I’m not looking for treatment anyway; I’m afraid of what the doctors might say. I’ve seen several doctors and they’ve all given me the same diagnosis. I was afraid it would be more of the same this

leave. When she was about to put on her coat, she paused. There was a dirty black

They appeared to

not