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

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

She sighed softly.

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

hotel?" Quinn did a double take, her gaze

not notice it and picked a hotel

Quinn into their room, Frank pointed at

"Yeah."

bed, pulling off her blanket and taking

with a box of needles, he found her

his eyes as well. "Why did

his outburst but ultimately

doing that ruptured more