The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Dan, however, was completely confused when he arrived at Gerald’s residence to find him coughing repeatedly, occasionally spitting blood.

“Dan, why did my condition get so bad?” Gerald asked.

Dan could only rub his beard and ask, “Your pulse is a mess. Did you eat anything bad recently?” Gerald shook his head repeatedly. “No… and I took the medicine like you ordered me to…” That left Dan even more confused, and he growled through his teeth, “Your symptoms are all so bizarre. This is beyond me now.” “What?! How?!” Tidus Simmons cried, grabbing his arms. “You’re the best healer in Riverton! You have to save my father!” “I’d rather nothing happen to him too,” Dan said bitterly. “But I have limits, and…” He trailed off, but he basically meant there was no hope.

Tidus felt his breath leave his lungs as he dropped to a heap beside his father.

Still, Gerald appeared calm. “It’s alright. Death is merely nature running its course–no one can ever beat it.” Nonetheless, the bedroom was exceedingly gloomy, and the Simmons residence was devoid of its usual cheer.

After all, Dan had just sentenced Gerald to death.

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take, but he took the call and immediately heard Vicky’s confident laughter. “Mr. Simmons, I heard your condition got worse this morning? Congratulations!” Gerald glowered right then–anyone on their deathbed would be if they were congratulated for that.” What is this, Ms. Turnbull? There’s no grudge between us–why would you look forward to

for the fact that there’s a miracle healer

if you’re wishing me well, though.” “No, you misunderstand,” Vicky said bluntly. “Do you remember Mr. Lawrence, whom I introduced you

certainly remembered, and he certainly bore the grudge

one,” Vicky said. “He’s the only one who can save you now–that’s all I have to say. It’s

his father was lowering his phone, Tidus promptly asked, “What did Ms. Turnbull say, Dad?” Geral took a deep breath. “Ahem… Vicky asked me to look for Frank Lawrence and told me that