My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace)
Chapter 1099

Chapter 1099

Chapter 1099

“Sorry, Dr. Russell. I didn’t expect… him to bring you here

either,” Grace said awkwardly.

However, Dr. Russell did not ask any more questions. After all, at his age, he naturally knew that there

were some questions

he should not ask.

Therefore, he just spread out the tools he had brought with him and asked Grace to hold out her right

hand.

The various needle knives reminded Grace of the pain she felt

the last time she had the treatment, and it made her tremble.

Just when Dr. Russell was about to insert a needle knife into. the back of Grace’s hand, Jason

immediately grabbed Dr.

Russell’s wrist. “What is this for?”

“Treatment, what else is there?” grumbled Dr. Russell. He hated being interrupted like that during his

sessions.

“If you’re using needle knives for the treatment, why not anesthetize her first?” asked Jason as he

frowned.

“If I anesthetize her, I can’t get a clear reaction from her fingers. I need her most natural reaction for the

treatment!” said Dr. Russell.

Jason was still hesitating. “But these needle knives….”

Grace looked up at Jason and said, “It’s alright, I had the treatment once. Besides, this pain will go

away after a while.”

‘It’s just like bearing the pain when I was in prison. It’ll pass!

However, she had suffered the pain in prison without hope.

Now, she suffered it with some hope.

She wanted her fingers to be flexible again. Though they might not be as good as they were, it was

worth the pain if they could get better.

Jason’s expression changed slightly. Her words seemed to remind him of something. He let go of Dr.

Russell’s hand

but immediately held Grace’s left hand with their fingers

interlaced.

“What are you doing?” she asked in surprise.

“Just grab my hand if you’re in pain. I’ll suffer the pain with you,” he said.

“No thanks, I can stand it.” She tried to pull her fingers out of

his

However, he held on to her hand and looked at Dr Russell,

“Thats all Lets start

However, her left hand was holding his hand.

She could feel her nails digging deep into his flesh, and even though her nails were usually trimmed

and short, she knew that if she held on with such force, his hands would get hurt.