The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Quinn shrugged. "Don't worry about me. They can kill me for all I care.”

Frank was actually surprised to see her acting tough.

"Fine. Get in," he said and was left watching as she limped toward his car, struggling to get inside.

It was clear that even with his miraculous Ichor Pill, one night was too brief for Quinn to fully recover—it only stopped her injuries from deteriorating at best.

In fact, moving would have ruptured it, and Quinn was bleeding from her lap even as she rode shotgun.

She was silent throughout their journey, her eyes staring ahead.

Frank's phone rang with a call from Janet Zimmer just then. "Frank... Have you seen the woman last night? She's gone when I woke up this morning! Her injuries are still very severe, and her bones haven't been realigned. I'm afraid...”

"Don’t worry," Frank said quietly, hearing the concern in Janet's voice even as he glanced at Quinn's shaking fingers and bleeding legs. "She's with me. I'll treat her myself."

"Oh, I see..." Janet sounded clearly disappointed

to ask if Frank had time for dinner, she was left listening blankly to a static beeping as Frank had already hung

She sighed softly.

as he quietly

did a double take, her

picked a hotel at

their room, Frank pointed at the room and ordered, "Take off

"Yeah."

on bed, pulling off her blanket

of needles,

did a double take before averting his eyes as well. "Why

in confusion toward his outburst but ultimately stayed silent as she put

doing that ruptured more of