The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Even so, Frank decided to put in one last effort and said quietly, "I'm a healer, but I'm not omnipotent. I can't diagnose a patient without touching him, or when you're lying to me about his symptoms! It's Mr. Turnbull's misfortune to have a wife like you!"

The last part was certainly a bombshell. Kendra leapt up to her feet instantly, leaping straight at Frank, ready to claw his face and eyes out.

"You vermin! Watch your mouth!" she screamed unreasonably. "I-I'll kill you! Glen, call in every man you have—I'll make him wish he was dead!"

Glen did not stop her and was actually glaring at Frank. "Do you know what you just said?! Say it again, I dare you!"

Frank met his angry glare, took a deep breath, and chuckled coolly. "You want to hear it again? Fine —1I'll say it as many times as you want! Having people like you for family is why George Turnbull will die! You're all scum who would rather have your father and husband die!"

Everyone was left stunned by Frank's outburst, and Glen eventually raised a shaking finger, heaving as he pointed at Frank as snapped, "You... I've been giving you chances at every turn! Is that how you repay me?!"

chance when you're hiding Mr. Turnbull's condition from

less just then, snapping back, "Why don't you just be honest—he's been bedridden

up!" Glen bellowed, finally giving up all pretense of civility. "My father was just fine! He was never bedridden, right,

was what he believed because his mother had told him so—his father had

Kendra cried

now." Frank snorted, plucking off his gloves to put his left hand on George's

he had not gotten out of bed for six months! "In that case, no one can save him. Do whatever

was when all four Turnbull Ascendant rank retainers