The Rise Of The Miracle Doctor

Chapter 3

"What is this I am hearing?" He asked himself in dismay. His heart skipped in fear and his eyes burned with fury. 

Although he was hearing her voice clearly, he didn't believe she could do such a thing. And besides, that was their matrimonial bedroom. Even if she doesn't love him, she has to respect him. 

He held the knob of the door with uncertainty in his heart. He was wondering whether to open the door or not. He didn't know whether he was ready to see what she was doing in the room moaning in pleasure. 

As much as he wanted to know, he didn't want to get his heart broken. He'd gotten his legs broken, he wouldn't want her to break his heart again. 

"What are you doing with him, Sandra?" He asked in a cold tone, held the knob of the door firmly with his hand shivering, and pushed it. 

Just as he was about to open the door, someone grabbed his right hand from behind and pulled him backward. 

He arched his eyebrows and looked up then his gaze landed on his mother-in-law, madam Brianna, who was glaring at him viciously. 

Madam Brianna was glad that he didn't get inside the house and see the illicit thing that her daughter was doing in the room with Brian. It would be a slap to the face, and she didn't want that to happen. 

She couldn't afford to lose her respect for him. 

She held his hand firmly so he wouldn't be able to open the door. "What are you doing?" He asked with a confused look and she scoffed. 

It seemed she was aware of what her daughter was doing in the master bedroom with another man. 

"I should be asking you that question, Adrian. What are you doing in the room?" She asked in a tone and he scoffed. 

"It seems you've forgotten that this is my room," he said and just as he was about to push it with force, she pushed him away. 

He lost his grip on his crutches and crashed hard on the floor with a loud thud. He grunted out in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth. 

"Yes, you're right. It's your room but not for today," she said and he bit on his lower lips. 

"Is it because she is with another man in our matrimonial bedroom, huh?" He asked in a cold tone, and just as expected, she shuddered in fear. 

"That's a lie. She's with no one in the room," she said, and for the first time, he saw her trying to explain herself which meant she was guilty.  

He was right. Someone else is in the room with his wife. "Actually my first time seeing Madam Brianna Shutters trying to explain herself," he said and laughed mockingly. 

 "If you're so sure, you should let me in," he said in a cold tone. 

"I won't let you in," she left and returned with a wheelchair. 

"You should get going," she grabbed his shirt and pulled him up from the floor then forced him to sit on the wheelchair. 

"Stop," he tried to protest but he was at a disadvantage so he barely could do anything to stop her from driving him away. 

His knee was burning with excruciating pain. 

Her action had just confirmed that his wife was cheating on him with Mr. Brian and she was in support of it. She was desperate to send him away. But why? Was it because he was no longer rich? Was it because Mr. Smith was richer? 

He was extremely sad and bitter knowing that his wife was cheating on him because he could no longer stand even though it happened because of her. 

She no longer wants to be with him. 

Just as she was about to push the wheelchair to another room so he wouldn't be able to see what her daughter was doing with her soon-to-be son-in-law, Brian, the door pulled open and her daughter, Sandra, walked out of the room. 

She intended on making Brian her son-in-law because he seemed more capable of treating her daughter better than Adrian, who is just a douchebag. 

"What is happening here?" Sandra asked with a confused look on her face. 

She heard the commotion from her room so she had to rush down. She wasn't surprised to see her mother and her husband at it again. 

It was such a pity that her husband had to be passing through hell because of her. She was grateful for what he did. But she didn't feel the same way for him. 

This wouldn't have happened to him if he didn't get in the front of the car and get hit by the car instead. 

Adrian looked up and staggered backward in shock after he saw his wife come out of his room without anyone 

She didn't cheat on him. Somehow, he felt a warmth wrapped in his heart, and the uncertainty and fear he felt earlier dispersed. It was a relief to know that his wife wasn't cheating on him. 

He reached out to the crutches and held them firmly then walked into the master bedroom, ignoring Brianna who tried to call him back. He left Briana to answer the question. 

Surprisingly, he couldn't find anyone inside the room. 

"He thought someone else was with you in the master bedroom," she answered her daughter's question and Sandra shook her head.

“Is that so?” She asked and chuckled softly. 

She mistakenly clicked on a porn site while she was strolling through the internet so she ended up watching one which resulted in the moaning he heard. 

"That's all for today," Brian came out from the guest room and approached them. 

He kissed her hand lightly and she walked away with him. "I want to escort him," she informed her mother and left. 

She walked closer to him and offered him her hand then he held it and kissed it lightly. 

He wanted to believe they were doing something illicit but since he couldn't catch them red-handed, he had to trust her not to cheat on him with another man.

Just as he was about to enter the room and rest for the day, he remembered that tomorrow was his wife's birthday and he had no money to get a gift. He has to work to get money. 

He changed into a simple outfit and left the house to work so he could get money to buy a gift from his wife. 

"I hope this works out," he muttered and rubbed his hand nervously as he was about to enter the fifth shop. 

“Get out of my shop before I call the cops on you, you wretched handicap!”

He had gone to different shops and factories in search of a job but none of them were ready to employ him even just for a day because of his inability to walk so he hoped this last one would work for him. It was a restaurant. 

Just as he walked in, he met the employer walking out of his office so he rushed while limping on his crutches. 

"Good day, Sir," he greeted respectfully and the man who was in a haste turned to him.

"How may I help you?" The employer asked hastily. 

"I'm one of the applicants for the part-time chef," he said and the man arched his eyebrows. 

He scrutinized him for a moment with a disdainful look. He was unfazed by the stares he was getting because he was used to it. 

"With your appearance, I can't employ you as a chef, not even a part-time chef," he said and tried to walk away when Adrian grabbed his hand. 

"Please don't leave. I'm a qualified chef. I can cook any delicacy of food," he said but the employer wasn't ready to listen. 

"Are you deaf? I said we don't need a handicapped chef in my restaurant," the employer yelled at him, attracting unwanted attention to him. 

They glared at him disdainfully and murmured among themselves. "A handicapped wants to be a chef too." 

"I would cancel my membership if they employ him." "I'm sure he stinks."

Although he heard their hateful comments and they hurt him, he ignored them and begged the employer adamantly. He needed to make a difference after he became handicapped. 

"Please help me with any job. I'll do it. Don't mind my condition," he said and the employer shook his head. 

"Fine. Can you clean all the toilets in the restaurant for three hundred dollars?" The employer asked and he looked up instantly. 

"Three hundred dollars?" He asked with a surprised look and the employer frowned. 

"Is it too small?" The employer asked coldly and he shook his head quickly. 

"No, it isn't. I mean I'll do it," he said and the employer nodded his head and then instructed a guard to show him around not without leaving a strict warning. 

“Come to my office once you're done to get your wages,” the employer said and walked away. 

By the time he was done cleaning the tailor and bathroom in each section of the restaurant, he was so exhausted and weak that he could barely move a limb. When he was told to clean the toilet for three hundred dollars, he thought it would be an easy task until he started cleaning and discovered there were a lot of toilets in the restaurant. 

He went to the employer's office to get the wages for the work he did. He knocked at the door and the employer allowed him into the house. "Good day, Sir," he greeted with his head lowered in respect.

The office was spacious and classic. That was the simple way he could describe it because it wasn't as luxurious as he expected it to be. Or maybe because he was used to luxuries.

"How may I help you?" Employer asked. 

"I came for the payment of my job," he said. 

"Oh! That's right. This is it," the employer brought out a bundle of dollars, counted it, and threw some at him. 

Although Adrian felt ashamed and angry, he picked up the cash and counted it. He frowned after he was done counting and discovered that the money was incomplete. It was two hundred dollars instead of three hundred dollars as they'd agreed. 

"What's the problem?" The employer asked and he frowned. 

"The money isn't complete. It's two hundred dollars instead of three hundred dollars," he explained and the employer scoffed. 

"Yes, I know. What do you expect? I'm sure you don't expect me to give a handicap like you three hundred dollars," the employer said. 

"But that wasn't our agreement," he yelled and the employer frowned. 

"You should be grateful for the privilege I gave to you. I'll call the security guard on you if you don't leave in the next minute," the employer threatened and he had no choice but to give up and leave the hotel. 

He returned home with a sad look on his face. He couldn't find anything to buy for his wife. Not like he didn't find it but he couldn't afford them because they were too expensive. 

He decided to give her a treasure that is capable of saving life. He bought a less expensive wrapping paper and a classic chest box to decorate it.

 When he got home, he couldn't find anyone in the house. Just as he was about to panic, he saw a letter on the table, picked it up, and then read it. 

The letter says "Don't bother to look for us. We're heading to the hall where your wife's birthday is taking place. Clean the house and wash the dishes before coming. I bought a set of expensive suits for you to wear so you won't look like a wretched husband. Look smart and don't embarrass me."

Without a second thought, he knew who wrote the letter. It was my mother-in-law, Brianna.

Mtchew.