Chapter 915 The Source Of The Pain


    Elizabeth was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide from Frank''s hawk-like eyes. Unfortunately,


    she had no choice but to admit the truth. "Yes, it''s pethidine."


    It all started a week ago.


    Elizabeth went back to the hospital for a follow-up consultation.


    The doctor pushed his sses up the bridge of his nose as he carefully examined the X-ray image


    of Elizabeth''s hand.


    "It''s not a bone injury so there is nothing to worry about. Once the wound heals, you can use your


    hand like you normally do." The doctor assured Elizabeth.


    "But I kind of always feel a dull pain in my hand." Holding her wrist tightly, Elizabeth told the doctor


    what had been happening these days. "I had this ex -boyfriend, whenever he crosses my mind, the


    pain in my wound increases."


    "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 exined.


    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 hadmitted suicide at the police


    station and that the case was suspended.


    It felt as though energy was drained out of her body. As soon as the call ended, Elizabeth''s vision


    turned nk 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 tofort her by


    muttering unintelligible words. "Why are you crying for that unworthy man?"


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    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 ck 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,pletely 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 sessful 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 J had said. She told him that it was Elizabeth''s ex-boyfriend,


    Jorge, who had hurt her.


    However, after Jorge failed in poisoning J, he suddenlymitted suicide.