Substitute Marriage With the Illegitimate Son novel Chapter 915

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 glasses 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 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 body. 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!"