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

for dinner, she was left listening

She sighed softly.

Frank was driving as he quietly said, "Let's stop by a

Quinn did a double take, her gaze

it and picked a hotel

helped Quinn into their room, Frank pointed at the room and ordered, "Take

"Yeah."

her blanket

bathroom with a box of needles, he found

take before averting his eyes as well. "Why did you take everything off?!

his outburst but ultimately stayed silent as she

that ruptured more of