The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 616

Without Brandon's approval, no one dared to let Frank into his ward, even if he
was one of the top doctors.

Frank didn’t have a choice. He waited impatiently in the hospital for a long time
until Sean called him back. “What's the matter, Dr. Watson?” Sean asked in
concern as he just checked his call log and found that Frank had called him
many times.

“Tell the person in charge to let me in. I want to see Brandon,” Frank snapped
impatiently. He then handed his phone begrudgingly to the person in charge of
the hospital, who was keeping him out of the ward.

After a word with Sean, the person in charge allowed Frank entry and roughly
caught him up with Brandon’s condition.

Frank looked worried after hearing about Brandon's condition. He pushed the
door open and rushed in. He had expected Brandon to be in a coma. However,
he saw two people kissing intimately instead.

He was stunned and quickly looked away. He frowned and scolded, “Brandon!
You are injured. Please be more mindful of your own health!”

Natalie got out of Brandon's arms in a hurry. She covered her red face and stood
next to the edge of the bed. “Frank, why are you here?” she asked awkwardly.
“He must have seen the news,” Brandon hazarded a guess. He leaned calmly
against a pillow and said patiently, “Frank, I'm fine.”

Frank looked slightly annoyed and nagged, “Last time, you were admitted
because your memory was affected by drugs. This time, you are suffering from a
concussion. I'm afraid that you will need further head scans to check if there are
any problems that may be missed during the general examination.”

“It has been a while since he was drugged. Is there anything wrong with his head
now?” Natalie asked worriedly. The nervous look on Frank's face gave Natalie
the idea that something might be wrong. Feeling her anxiety rising, she pushed,
“Frank, are you keeping something from us?”

“Well...” Frank hesitated. He had never lied to Natalie before. However, when he
saw the threat in Brandon's eyes, he coughed and assured Natalie, “No, there’s
nothing wrong. I was just worried about Brandon. I've recently acquired some
advanced medical instruments in my hospital and thought that I can give
Brandon a more thorough check-up.”

Natalie looked at Brandon coldly and pouted, “I saw you winking at Frank just
now. Are you two hiding something from me?”

Brandon immediately sat upright and tried to explain, “I was just blinking my eyes
because they were sore.”

Frank quickly supported Brandon, “Natalie, if anything happens to Brandon, I'll let
you know immediately.”

Natalie was still skeptical, but she did not have any evidence to prove her doubts.
Brendan's heart softened as he looked at Natalie's disappointed expression.
Brandon smiled softly and patted her head. “I was in a hurry to find you and I
haven't had dinner yet. I'm so hungry now. I want to eat something,” he hinted to
Natalie in a low voice and looked at her with his puppy eyes.

Natalie nodded readily, but then she realized how strange it was since he seldom
asked for anything.

“Is there anything you'd like to it?” Natalie prodded with a sweet smile.

She had a nagging suspicion that Brandon wanted her to leave because he had
something private to discuss with Frank.

This feeling had been with her for a long time now. Whenever Brandon and Frank
were in the same room together, they always acted suspiciously.

Brandon had no appetite, and this was his way to distract Natalie anyway, so he
said, “The doctor told me not to eat anything for the night. I'm supposed to have
some tests tomorrow morning with an empty stomach. But I would like it if you
cooked something for me for tomorrow's breakfast after the tests. Why don’t you
go home and get a proper rest? You can come back in the morning with my
breakfast.”

“Oh, I see,” Natalie said in a pointed tone, making no move to exit the room.
When Brandon looked up, he caught a faint smile dancing on her lips.

“What's wrong?” He sat up straight, his chest tightening inexplicably.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense. In the blink of an eye, Natalie’s
expression turned serious, and she whirled around to stare at Frank. “Tell me the
truth! What the hell are you two hiding from me?”

Brandon stole a nervous glance at the other man.

Frank was a clever guy, and he knew how to get a hint. When he replied, his tone
was so sincere that anyone would have easily believed his lies. “I promise, we
are not hiding anything from you. People are naturally vulnerable when they are
ill or injured, and Brandon is especially so after he got hurt in the head. Mood
swings and changes of habits happen, and he just needs particular care to
recuperate.”

“Very good,” Natalie said, her smile reappearing. Although her voice was light,
there was a vehemence to her words. “If I find out that you and Brandon lied to
me, I definitely won't let you off.”

She could tell that Frank was lying, but she just couldn't prove it.

As for Frank, his back broke out in cold sweat, and his heart thundered frantically
inside his chest. Tiptoeing around this couple was as challenging as performing
the most delicate surgery on a dying patient. It was all he could do not to cave in
to the pressure.

Still, he persevered. Frank took a deep breath and buried the secret in his heart.
“Don't worry. I am a doctor. Why would I lie about a patient's condition?”

Still smiling, Natalie stared long and hard at Frank, and then at Brandon. “All
right. I believe you. I'll go and arrange for a leave of absence at the studio. Have
a good rest, Brandon.”

“Be careful on your way,” her husband replied eagerly. “Call me when you get
home.”

“Okay, don't spend too much time talking to Frank. The doctor said you need
plenty of rest.” Doubt flashed in Natalie's eyes, but it was gone in the next
second. She bid goodbye to Frank, and then left the ward.

Frank watched her go, and immediately closed the door when she disappeared
down the corridor. He leaned against the door and heaved a long sigh. “Your wife
sure is a tricky one.”

“Natalie is a smart woman. We won't be able to hide it from her forever. How long
do I still have?” Brandon didn’t look like a man suffering from the debilitating pain
of disease. If anything, he looked... serene.

“Don't say such horrible words,” Frank admonished, his face darkening. “I've
checked your X-rays and medical records. They look fine.”

“There is one thing, though,” Brandon said slowly. “I'm not sure if it's good or bad,
but the two years’ worth of memory that I lost is coming back to me bit by bit.”
Frank was surprised to hear this. He hurried over to Brandon's side and asked,
“How do you feel? The human brain is truly an enigma. Perhaps the impact from
the blow you just suffered might bring back your lost memories. You'll have to
keep an eye on your b*ody and watch out for headaches. Your case is one of a
kind. I'm afraid I can’t give a diagnosis so easily. I need more information.”
“Actually, I no longer experience a headache whenever I try to recall the past,”
Brandon explained, his brows furrowed. “But what about those side effects that
you mentioned before?”

Frank mustered a bitter smile. “Look at you, acting all frightened for once. You've
always been so fearless.”

Brandon said nothing.

Frank was right—he had been fearless in the past. But when Natalie appeared in
his life, he suddenly had a formidable weakness. His heart broke at the mere
thought of her weeping for him.

Frank reached out and patted him on the shoulder. “Based on your current
condition, chances are high that you would completely recover from your
amnesia. Of course, there is no way of knowing what the future holds, but all the
information and results we have on hand show that you are fine. Don't worry too
much.”

Brandon smiled at that, but then his eyes were arrested on a lipstick mark on the
collar of Frank’s shirt. “So, you can dally around with women, after all. Why is it
that you still don’t have a girlfriend?”