The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 552

Chapter 552

“What are you looking at?” As Elizabeth was about to look out of the window, Natalie quickly drew up the curtain and said, “Nothing. There were people quarreling about something downstairs, but they’ve gone now.”

Elizabeth bought her words and didn’t ask more questions.

Natalie remembered she had asked Elizabeth to see Frank last week. She asked, “Did Frank talk to you about your hand injury?”

She had sent a message to Frank, but his reply was a little strange. Why had he referred to Elizabeth as a special patient?

Natalie decided she could ask Elizabeth in person now.

Elizabeth’s eyes twinkled. She answered, as if nothing had happened, “He said the same as my previous doctor. I don’t think Frank can fix it. Actually, I’m afraid no one can fix me.”

She clenched her fists and comforted Natalie, “It’s okay. Worst case scenario, I’d just quit design. I could still live a normal life.”

“It’s not like that, and it’s still an illness. So don’t talk nonsense. Are you certain Frank can’t cure it? He’s the best doctor I know.” Natalie couldn’t believe it.

Elizabeth looked a little embarrassed. She didn’t know how to explain the situation to Natalie.

In fact, Frank had asked her to see a therapist, saying her problem was purely mental instead of physical. Elizabeth still didn’t know whether to take his suggestion or not.

She really didn’t want to see a therapist.

After her chat with Elizabeth, Natalie went back to her seat and continued her work.

Later, she used her bathroom break to call Frank.

“What’s really wrong with Elizabeth? Why is she saying that even you can’t cure her?” Natalie felt sorry for Elizabeth, remembering the pained expression on her face.

Elizabeth was a truly talented designer. Natalie didn’t want her to give it up because of a hand injury.

“Did Elizabeth tell you that?” Frank said, annoyed. “Don’t listen to her nonsense. She’s just trying to get out of it. No need to worry. I’ll cure her!”

Natalie was relieved. Just as she was about to hang up, Frank stopped her. “Wait a minute. I’ll need your help with something.”

After hearing what Frank was going to do, Natalie hesitated and said, “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“What’s wrong? It’s for Elizabeth’s treatment.” Frank hung up the phone before Natalie had any chance to say no.

Just then, Elizabeth just made herself a cup of coffee. She hadn’t finished designing Derek’s suit yet. There was plenty of time to get it done, but she was afraid her hand injury would slow her down, and planned to start the design early, just in case.

She picked up her pen. The moment she put any pressure on her fingers, a tearing pain came from her palm. Elizabeth clutched her trembling fingers. Luckily she had painkillers stored in her desk and she immediately opened the drawer to look for them.