Chapter 267: Chapter 541

Chapter 541 “It could be because the wound on your hand hasn’t healed yet. Tearing and straining will cause a certain degree of pain,” the doctor explained.

Elizabeth admitted the reason why she really came. “Actually, I was wondering if you can prescribe me some painkillers. There were times when the pain in my hand was so intense it was hard for me to sleep. I’m afraid it will affect my work in the future.”

“Taking an excessive amount of painkillers can lead to addiction. I suggest you go home and rest for now. And we’ll see what happens. With your condition, I can’t prescribe more painkillers for you.” The doctor refused and let out a sigh.

Left with no other choice, Elizabeth went back home. The moment she arrived home, she received a call from the police station. The police told her that Jorge had committed suicide at the police station and that the case was suspended.

It felt as though energy was drained out of her b*ody. As soon as the call ended, Elizabeth’s vision turned blank and her legs gave out, leaving her falling to the floor as she burst into tears.

“Why are you sitting there? Get up!” Elizabeth’s aunt had just gone back from grocery shopping when she saw Elizabeth crying her eyes out.

“Auntie, my hand hurts.” Elizabeth’s eyes were bloodshot. She squeezed her hand tightly, trying to suppress the piercing pain.

Her aunt didn’t know what to do. She held Elizabeth in her arms and tried to comfort her by muttering unintelligible words. “Why are you crying for that unworthy man?”

Elizabeth wiped her tears away. Her hand was so painful she could barely speak. She wasn’t crying because of Jorge. Her tears were for her own future, which she was now uncertain about. She was a designer, but her hand hurt to the point that she couldn’t hold the pen. Did it mean that her career was over?

The pain in her hand only increased after that. Elizabeth’s only option was to take the painkillers prescribed to her aunt.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? This is not something you can have!” Her aunt had been wondering why the medicine seemed to be getting less and less recently. She got her answer when she caught Elizabeth stealing her pills. “What’s wrong with you? You’ll get addicted just like Jorge!”

Since then, her aunt had kept the medicine hidden away. Elizabeth resorted to secretly purchasing the pills on the black market and putting it in a vitamin bottle. She was aware of how addictive it could be, so she controlled the dosage. She would only take two pills when her hand was too painful.

“That’s it.” Elizabeth told Frank everything.

For a moment, Frank squeezed his eyes shut. Then he took the bottle from Elizabeth’s hand. “You took the medicine by yourself, completely disregarding the doctor’s advice! This is really dangerous!”

Elizabeth gritted her teeth, “I have no choice! The doctor can’t tell what’s wrong with me. If I don’t take painkillers, I can’t work at all.”

“Show me your hand.” Frank’s expression was sullen. He spread his hand open, waiting for Elizabeth to show him her own.

Elizabeth shook her head in refusal.

But Frank grabbed her wrist and Elizabeth immediately clenched her hand into a fist while she resisted.

Frank held Elizabeth’s wrist tightly. The looked in his eyes suddenly changed and he scolded, “How can I treat you if you don’t show me the problem?! I want to help you!”

Frank’s insistence was successful because Elizabeth finally calmed down gradually.

Elizabeth took a deep breath and gazed at Frank with caution. Frank’s expression was cold while his eyes had a glint of concentration and persistence. It gave her a sense of relief.

As she slowly opened her hand, time seemed to slow down. Silence surrounded them and Elizabeth could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

Frank lowered his head so he could look at the wound on her hand. “It’s healed.”

The wound healed very well. Logically speaking, Elizabeth shouldn’t be feeling any more pain.

Just then, Frank recalled what Natalie had said. She told him that it was Elizabeth’s ex-boyfriend, Jorge, who had hurt her.

However, after Jorge failed in poisoning Natalie, he suddenly committed suicide.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Frank said as he let go of Elizabeth’s hand.

“Okay. Go ahead.” Elizabeth was eager to hear it.

“Maybe your b*ody isn’t the problem. But rather, because of the traumatic experience, your brain doesn’t realize that your hand has recovered and gives the wrong signals. And that’s why you still feel pain.” As he spoke, he was gesticulating a lot, pointing at Elizabeth’s chest and her temple and trying to make sure she followed.

Hearing Frank’s words, she became much more relaxed. “So, what should I do?”

The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband “I want to ask something first.” Frank stroked his chin. “When you feel pain, do you recall any specific memories? Like, are they all related to Jorge?”

“Sir, Ma’am. Here is our set menu for couples. Please, enjoy.” The waitress came over with the dishes and interrupted their conversation. Holding the tray, feeling smug, she said, “Miss Perry used to love the couples’ set menu here. The chef knew she was coming tonight, so he added a special side dish. But I wasn’t expecting her to have the couples’ menu with her new boyfriend...”

Frank interrupted her in a sharp tone, “Please don’t bring up the past. It’s all over now. Elizabeth is with me now. I don’t want her to be stuck in the past. Besides, her ex hurt her. He’s not worth remembering.” His Adam’s apple was bobbing slightly. He didn’t actually sound angry, but his words were quite sharp.

Frank’s response took Elizabeth by surprise. She turned to look at him across the dimly lit table.

“I’m really sorry. Shall I take these dishes away?” the waitress rushed to apologize.

“There’s no point wasting the food. Just leave them here.” Once the waitress had left, Frank picked up his cutlery. “I’m not coming back to this restaurant. These people are just ignorant, and I don’t think the place will stay open long.”

Elizabeth began cutting the steak in silence.

“And these, I’ll keep for you.” He reached for the painkillers on the table. “I don’t think you hand hurts because you haven’t recovered. It’s purely for psychological reasons. Take some time to talk to a therapist this weekend with me. Otherwise, your hand will never fully recover.”

“I’m not free this weekend.” Elizabeth shook her head. She was reluctant to see a therapist. She had been to one before with Jorge and it didn’t end well. Jorge had been even worse to her after the consultation.

After that, she just considered seeing a therapist an expensive and unnecessary luxury.

By the time the two had finished eating, it was dark outside.

“Thanks for the treat. I’m going home.” Elizabeth waved a taxi down.

Frank opened the car door for her. “Stop taking that medicine. I will do more than confiscate it if I find it on you again.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. Since you explained my condition to me, I’ll stop taking those pills.” Elizabeth nodded and got in the car.

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