After Divorcing my Captain Husband (Chloe and Michael) novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 Kicking the Painkiller Habit

Tiffany wore a look of supreme confidence.

Lucy wanted to ask her what her plan was, but Tiffany wouldn't say, only telling Lucy to trust her.

She also told Lucy she would handle it.

Lucy looked at her and took a deep breath. "Please, don't get me into trouble again. It was hard enough to pay off the debts from the casino. Just promise me you won't gamble anymore."

Lucy had struggled to repay a mountain of gambling debts on Tiffany's behalf.

When she was abroad, she knew that if Tiffany hadn't gambled, things wouldn't have spiraled out of control.

Chloe made a phone call to Smith.

All she got in response was a long silence.

After a while, Smith sighed. "Jioleek, I hope you can look after James for me. I can't go there right now. James has been using painkillers for quite some time. Getting off them will be tough."

Chloe immediately understood that Smith wanted her to help James kick his painkiller habit.

"Actually, I suggest going through with the surgery."

Chloe had considered it.

"If the bullet isn't removed, James will still be in pain. When the pain becomes unbearable, he'll want to use drugs again, otherwise, he'll just have to endure it. It's beyond his control."

People naturally sought to avoid pain and seek pleasure.

James wasn't foolish. Of course, he'd find ways to ease the pain.

Having tasted the relief that painkillers brought, he wouldn't let go easily.

And even if he did kick the habit, what if the wound hurt again later?

Stopping the painkillers would only mean another form of torment for him.

"The success rate of the surgery isn't high."

Smith didn't dare take the risk.

He had promised James' father to protect him as much as possible.

"But it's not zero, right? There's still hope."

Better to take a chance than to be perpetually tormented by pain and drugs.

Chloe believed James wouldn't shy away from taking a chance.

"I need to think about it. I can't give you an answer now."

"Of course. Smith, whatever you decide, I'll respect it."

Chloe hung up the phone and was about to turn around when she saw James standing behind her. He had an IV drip hooked to his hand, with Harold holding the drip bag comically.

"Weren't you supposed to be resting in the ward?"

James didn't answer her question.