The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1832



Silverbell was left sitting on her bed, watching as Frank left grumpily.

"Honestly, do you have to leave? It's already so late..." she muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning just as she finished.

Nheless, she left with Mobius' body the next day as evidence as she returned to Morhen.

On the other hand, Frank stayed at the hotel and waited for the Quills to contact him.

Meanwhile, the entire hotel was quarantined, as Clear Winds Pavilion suffered huge casualties.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Only Mickus Salor, the playboy scion, was left, waking up to see that everything was gone.

After all, Clear Winds Pavilion did not just lose their elites, but their chief Azar Salor was dead too. All he left was an incompetent in Mickus and a Clear Winds Pavilion that was barely a shade of its former glory.

It certainly caught Mickus completely off guard, and he barged through the security barrier around Mobius' room just to scream and curse at his father's corpse and the Lionhearts.

The hotel was certainly a lively place over the next two days.

Frank remained there too, and by the third, he was getting restless.

If he did not cure Ms. Quill by today, she might really die.

However, there was not a peep, so Frank had no idea whether the Quills had some expert who actually cured her, or if Ms. Quill had simply hidden her condition from her family.

Either way, Frank was getting tired of waiting.

He certainly did not want to just sit and watch as Ms. Quill died just a few days after he met his maternal grandfather, no matter how much he despised her.

Still, just as he decided to visit the Quills, he suddenly got a call from Winter.

He was surprised-why would she call now? Did something happen in Zamri?

"Yes, Winter?"

As he answered the call

apprehensively, he stiffened when he heard a haughty woman's voice snapping from the other end, "Are you really a doctor?! You're so young! You're taking full

vel.f

responsibility if Megan dies under

your care, do you understunder

"Frank..."

Winter finally spoke, clearly tired while also wincing in pain.

"What happened, Winter?!"

Frank could tell that she was surrounded, since she spoke very gingerly.

"I-I'm fine."

Winter forced a giggle but soon added softly heard you're in Bralog, and just happened to be in town as well. I'm doing a house call for an heiress, but her condition is too weird. It took me a long while to finally see that her lungs are being eaten by mites-"

"I know." Frank sighed, cutting her short and rubbing his brow.

It was hard to believe in such coincidences, but they did happen

"Frank?"

Winter was confused by Frank's reaction.

She had always consulted him when

it

SO

complex, unusual cases,

was he being a little weird

about this?