Beauty Clinic Debut: My 84-Year-Old Grandma On The Table
The supplementary card I've issued for my grandmother shows that an eight-thousand-dollar purchase has taken place in another city. But the transaction records show that the money is used on hymenoplasty.
I'm shell-shocked, to say the least.
Grandma is 84 years old this year. She's been bedridden and paralyzed for years. Why would she even get hymenoplasty done on her, to begin with?
But when my investigation leads me to a plastic surgery hospital, I find out that my wife, Stella Watson, is actually the lead doctor of said clinic. So, I call her to demand answers from her.
However, Stella refuses to answer my questions properly.
"Don't worry, honey. Something's most likely wrong with the system. Betsy is already this old—why would she have her hymen repaired?"
That's just a bullshit answer coming from her. She seriously thinks I'm gullible enough to believe her.
I merely huff coldly in return before calling my dad, who works in the Department of Commerce.
"Dad, Stella is most likely cheating on me. I want her plastic surgery hospital as compensation for my impending divorce!"