The Rich Woman‘s Miracle Doctor

"Where is that so-called douchebag?"

"Why can't I find him in the kitchen?"

"Get the hell out of your bed, you lazy ass. Adrian!"

Adrian staggered up from the bed and groaned out with a frustrated look on his face as he got interrupted by the scream and ranting of his wife's mother, his mother-in-law.

He rubbed his head with a sigh. "Not again," he mumbled and took a deep breath as his gaze landed on the crutches standing by the wall side beside the bed.

"What are you doing there, Adrian? Get your lazy butt out of that bed," he bit his lower lips and looked up at his mother-in-law, Brianna, who was standing by the door with a cold and fierce expression on her face.

He swallowed the lump in his throat as his gaze landed on the expression that was on her face. She wasn't here to play games with him. She looked serious.

"Good morning mum. Hope…" he couldn't finish his statement when he got interrupted by her.

"What's good about the morning, huh? Tell me."

"I woke up this morning and found out that you haven't done anything today."

"The room is untied. The dirty plates in the kitchen haven't been washed. Why haven't you cleaned the room? What have you been doing?" She asked.

"As you can see, I just woke up and besides, I was washing the plate last night before I got tired," he replied in a calm tone, not aware that his response had gotten her angry.

"And so? What if you got tired? Who cares? Even if you die, I don't care. And besides, you do everything I say in this house even my daughter who is your wife can't dispute that," she yelled at him and he swallowed hard.

He didn't know what to say to her. It wasn't a new thing to him so he wasn't sad. He was only heartbroken. He was used to her curses, her maltreatment, and humiliation. He wished it could stop but he knew it wasn't going to be soon.

"What else do you want me to do? Why do you hate me so much? I have always tried my best to satisfy you but you don't appreciate any of it," he said out of frustration and she gnashed her teeth.

"How dare you talk back to me, huh? You've grown wings, right?" She asked in a cold tone, her eyes were burning with anger.

He looked away and clenched the crutches so he wouldn't lose his stamina and fall.

"Whatever you put it but I'm just…" he couldn't finish the statement when her left hand landed on his right cheek.

Bang! She slapped him fiercely on the face and he lost his grip on the crutches and then crashed hard on the floor with a heavy thud.

She was pissed off. Not only has he been eating the food without bringing anything to the table but he also has the guts to talk to her whenever she's talking.

She didn't like that. All she wanted was to be dominant. And besides, she never asked for a son-in-law who's handicapped.

He shuddered and whined in pain as his legs snapped and his left leg that hit the floor burned with excruciating pain.

He bit his lower lips as he tried to control the tears that threatened to pour down from his eyes.

No, he wouldn't cry. He wouldn't cry because of his mother-in-law who is keen on making his life miserable.

"Why did you hit me?" He complained with an angry look on his face and she laughed at him mockingly.

"Because you deserve it you b*tch. Just a push and you're on the floor. Are you even a man?" She asked and laughed again before her countenance changed and became cold.

"You can't keep doing this to me. I'm a man," he yelled out of frustration and she scoffed.

"Prove it to me. Stand up and prove to me that you're a man," she said and he took a deep breath before reaching out to the crutches on the floor beside him.

She walked closer to him and kicked the crutches away before he could get it. "Not with that," she smiled and he threw his head backward in defeat.