The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Jean simply shrugged at Winter's question. "I'm fine either way."

"Actually... Let's not do that." Frank smiled, remembering Governor Quill's horrific presence just then.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Given Winter's meek nature, she would faint at the sight of Governor Quill.

In fact, it would be fine if she just fainted-Frank would have trouble forgiving himself if something worse were to happen, and Governor Quill would most probably feel the same too.

"Something like this... should be planned ahead," he said vaguely.

"Umph!"

Just as Winter tilted her head aside in confusion, Megan Quill grunted audibly in pain, drawing the trio's attention.

Jean scowled and muttered, "Guess Dr. Georg has just done his thing."

"Yeah." Frank agreed.

"Urgh... How did things turn out like this?"

Winter remained too kind for her own good, feeling concern for the patient despite being slapped for her troubles. "Frank, can't you do anything about the parasite?"

"I can," Frank replied without hesitation and recounted how Megan was infected with the brocade mites in the first place.

Having learned that Megan refused to listen and that her haughty attitude got her infection worse, Jean smirked. "Well, she deserved it." "Jean."

Winter frowned. "Don't say things like that. We're doctors-helping patients should always be our priority."

"That still depends on who the patient is."

Jean sighed, shaking her head.

"Didn't you see how pompous her father and aunt were? Hell, her aunt slapped you more than once! The way I see it, getting infected was her just deserts for not heeding Frank's warning. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

"Hell, I can finally understand why Frank is actually refusing to be lumped with them. Not a single one of them is decent!"

"Winter."

Frank was clapping Winter on the shoulder too. "As healers, we must value virtue, but that doesn't mean that we must condone corruption either I'm only helping Megan Quill out of respect for my grandfather, or I wouldn't bother meeting her twice." Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

While Winter nodded reluctantly at Frank's lecture, her kind nature meant that she was frowning whenever she heard Megan groan inside her room. "Hah! You sure talk big!"

That was the familiar voice of a man boomed from the stairs, followed by a rush of footsteps.

Frank, Jean, and Winter turned to see that Alba Quill had returned, smirking and full of contempt.

With him was a white-haired man who looked around fifty, with a sharp cut on his lip.

The air around the man with the cut lip was certainly different and the polar opposite of Alba. In fact, his appearance alone left both Winter and Jean silenced, afraid to make a sound. Content belongs to

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It went without saying that the man was Saul Quill, Governor Quill's eldest son and Frank's uncle, as well as the acting head of the Quill family. With the soldiers following him, he slowly walked up to Frank, staring at Frank impassively. "So you're Frank Lawrence?"

"I am," Frank replied.