The Rise Of The 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.

There was nothing he could do anymore.

"Give me that," he muttered and crawled with difficulty to get the crutches from her.

That was the only way he could stand. He was no longer himself.

"Please ma'am," he muttered and she scoffed.

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes and threw the crutches at him. He squeezed his face and clenched his fist tightly as the crutches hit his face.

"Now get up and do what you're supposed to do," she said and walked away till she got to the door and stopped then turned to him.

"I wonder what my daughter needs in a crippled and handicapped man like you."

"Well, that is going to change very soon," she said and he arched his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" He asked but she ignored him and walked away.

It's such a pity that she was rubbing his bad condition on his face even though he became handicapped because of her daughter.

He took a deep breath, gripped the crutches on the floor firmly, and staggered back to his feet.

With the help of his crutches, he walked out of his room and entered the kitchen.

He picked the dirty plates from the floor, dropped them on the washing basin, and began to wash them.

By the time he was done washing the plate, he was exhausted because of his condition but he couldn't stop because he was yet to finish the work he was supposed to do.

He picked up the broom and started to sweep the floor. He struggled to sweep the floor because one of his hands was gripping the crutches for support while the other one was holding the broom.

The maids in the house could only watch him do the house chores because his mother-in-law, Brianna, had instructed them not to clean the house.

They wish they could help him but they dare not dispute Brianna's word because she isn't someone to be trifled with.

Just when he was about to finish cleaning the floor, the door creaked open and his wife stepped inside the room.

A smile formed on his face as he stared at her face.

"Welcome back home..." The smile wiped off from his lips as his gaze landed on her hand and he discovered that another man was holding his wife's hand.

His wife, Sandra, brought another man home without his permission.

"Who is he?" Sandra and the man, who was beside her, frowned when her husband, Adrian, directed the question to her.

Adrian clenched and bit on his lower lips as he stared at her intensely, impatiently waiting for her response.

She squeezed out a smile and muttered to ease the tension that was pressuring the atmosphere. "He's my business partner so there's nothing to worry about. He's Mr. Brian."

He nodded his head and dropped the broom on the floor. She glared at him disdainfully as her gaze landed on the broom that was in his hand before he dropped it.

"Oh! That's fine. My name is..." his wife's business partner interrupted him before he could finish his statement.

"Andrew, her incapable and handicapped husband, right? Yes, she told me a lot about you. It's nice meeting you anyway," Brian said, and his eyes darkened in anger when he heard the statement.

Just like abusing him wasn't enough, he also placed his arms around her waist.

Andrea's eyes reddened in anger as he watched Brian wrap his hand around his wife's waist.

It was no surprise to him when she pulled his hand from her waist and glared at Brian.

He wanted to rush toward the bastard who dared to abuse him of his incapability to walk in the presence of his wife but he couldn't so he calmed his nerves.

He was angrier at his wife that she couldn't shun or scold Brian when he was berating him in her presence. All she could do was watch her so-called business partner.

He ignored Brian like he didn't exist and faced his wife. He moved closer to her while clutching his crutches firmly. "How was work today? And hope it wasn't stressful," he said even though his heart was burning with rage.

He believed she had no strength to scold Brian because she might be tired and it was unlike her not to defend him even in an ugly situation.

She works in one of the most popular publishing houses as a reporter and a part-time model because of her exquisite beauty.

"Yes, it wasn't. There's no way you can help rather than cleaning the house," she muttered in a low tone.

Although her voice was inaudible, he heard her clearly but he refused to believe it.

"Yes, I know. I have prepared your favorite meal so go inside, freshen up, and eat," he said and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

For the first time, she didn't resist or push him away like she used to even though she didn't kiss him back. Maybe she didn't want to embarrass him in the presence of her business partner, Brian. But there wasn't any difference because she didn't reciprocate any of it.

She forced out a smile and said in a calm tone. "I trust you on that. Prepare the table so I and my partner can eat," he looked up instantly after she finished her statement.

"You want me to prepare a dish for him as well?" He asked in a cold tone and she squeezed her face.

"Yes, you should because he's an important guest. Do you have a problem with that?" She asked and he nodded his head.

"Yes. I do. I can't..." Madam Brianna interrupted him before he could complete his statement.

"Who says he has a problem with it?" She asked in a cold tone and he shook his head with a sigh.

He knew she was going to add more fuel to the burning fire.

"Or do you have a problem with it?" She asked and he nodded his head.

"Yes, I do," he replied adamantly and they snarled.

"And what made you think you can make decisions in this house, huh?" She asked.

"That's because I'm your daughter's husband. And besides, he abused me for my inability to walk," he yelled, with his heart burning with rage.

"And who cares, huh? Why are you angry? Aren't you handicapped?" She asked and he took a deep breath trying not to let out his emotion.

"You're still your daughter's husband," he responded in a weak and low tone.

"I don't acknowledge you as my daughter's husband. When was the last time you brought something to the table? I'll make sure that will change soon," she said and he squeezed his face.

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

He wanted to regret pushing his wife from the running vehicle on the highway but he couldn't because he loved her.

He lost everything after he got into the vehicle in front of his wife who crossed the road recklessly. Every good thing he had crumbled because of the accident and his life never remained the same.

"Do you know who he is? He's Brian, the owner of the Globe Oil company, one of the most flourishing oil companies in the State," she said proudly and he shivered.

Although he wasn't mesmerized by worldly things, he wondered how a young man like Brian owned such a prestigious company.

"I'll do it," he muttered and turned.

"You have no choice. Go and do as you've been instructed, you wimp," Brian said and adjusted his suit properly.

Brian was trying to make a good first impression about himself to his girlfriend's mother. "Good day, ma'am." He greeted her respectfully.

He was somewhat jealous of Adrian. How could a handicapped be surrounded by beautiful ladies? And he was Sandra's husband.

"Good day, my son. Sorry about earlier. Don't mind him," she said and glanced at Adrian, who was departing to the kitchen.

"That's not something to bother ourselves about," he replied calmly and they all sat down in the dining room.

Shortly, Adrian returned with a tray full of different delicacies of food. He dropped it on the table and just as expected, he served the dishes with his left hand while he clenched his crutches firmly with his right hand so he wouldn't fall.

"Hey," his mother-in-law, Brianna, called him back before he could leave.

"What is it, ma'am?" He asked in a little bit of a distressed voice and she frowned.

"Well, I hope you're aware that my daughter's birthday is tomorrow. You're not allowed to come empty-handed so find something to do," she waved her hand at him dismissively after she was done with him.

She called him back when she remembered something. "I want you to get some groceries from the Major store," she said and he frowned.

"But we still have some groceries that would be sustainable for two weeks," he said but she refused.

"Would you take and leave?" She asked and threw her credit card in his face.

"Spend the money wisely," she said conclusively, giving no room for discussion.

He knew she was trying to send him away so she could talk to that so-called millionaire, Brian, in the house. She didn't even give him a list of what to buy.

The Major shop was a few kilometers away from the house and there wasn't any taxi or bus so he had to trek there despite his inability to walk on his own. He had to depend on the crutches.

By the time he got home, he was exhausted. He dragged the bag full of different food items into the house and threw them into the food store.

Where are they? He asked himself with a confused look after checking two rooms without finding any of them. The guest, his wife, and his mother-in-law.

Just as he climbed the stairs that led to the master bedroom, he froze on a spot when he heard a soft voice more like a moan coming from the master bedroom, and it was the voice of his wife that he heard.

"Ahh... go deeper..."

"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.