The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

“There’s no need to go that far,” Frank said slowly. “I’ll take your father’s pulse for now.” “Of course…” Kenny replied, and Frank walked up to Jenson, putting his fingers on the latter’s wrist and feeling his pulse.

Soon, his brow furrowed, though he soon relaxed before furrowing his brows again.

The process kept repeating for a long while, until Rolf eventually had enough.

“Are you really taking Uncle Jenson’s pulse, you brat?!” Jenson then assured him, “You have nothing to worry about, Mr. Lawrence. You may speak freely.”

Frank slowly opened his eyes just then, and Kenny quickly asked, “How’s my father, Mr. Lawrence?” “His condition is very serious,” Frank replied. “He has sustained internal injuries from his youth, and he has been indulging in vices such as alcohol and smoking instead of cultivating his health. At seventy, he has basically reached the end of a normal lifespan.” “What?!” Kenny was left thunderstruck and stumbling backward, just as regret seized him. His father had indeed been indulgent, and he thought he should allow his father to be since he was already old.

that indulgence was precisely why he could not be saved,

his cousin held Frank in such high

“And you didn’t believe me.” Frank shot him a look. “Did I ever say I can’t?” “What?! Mr. Lawrence, are you saying that you can help?” Kenny pressed, his

exclaimed in delight. “It’s in our vault, and it’s even fifty years old.” “Oh, that’s perfect,” Frank nodded. “The older it is, the higher the medicinal value–the Ichor Pill would be even more stable with it.” “I see,” Kenny replied. “Do come with me, Mr. Lawrence. I’ll get it for you right now.” “Hold it!” Rolf suddenly bellowed, intercepting them while glaring at Kenny in frustration. ” It’s

his father. “Dad, I know no one has been able to treat your condition, but why don’t we let Mr. Lawrence

through the front door, his gaze never darting around nervously. That confidence alone was

he said, “I can see that you carry