The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"What?! Impossible... Impossible..."

Professor Roberts was gaping, shaking his head and clearly not expecting that to happen to George. Even as he quickly rummaged through his briefcase, Glen asked urgently, "Professor Roberts? What's happening to my father?"

"I don't know... It's the latest serum our team developed, and it should kill the parasites, but not this..."

Professor Roberts panickedly shoved a yellow tube into the syringe and shouted, "Get over here! Hold him down!"

At Professor Roberts's call, Glen quickly beckoned for the retainers encircling Frank to hold George down even as he convulsed.

"Keep him steady!" Professor Roberts shouted even as he wiped the sweat off his brow and injected the yellow serum into George.

"Urgh..." George finally turned still and stopped convulsing or foaming black blood from his mouth. "Phew..."

Professor Roberts sighed, before wheeling on Frank, glaring as he bellowed, "It's all his fault! He interfered with my treatment! Feeding a patient some unknown rubbish?! His body wouldn't have rejected medication if not for that!"

accusation, and Glen even glared at him

he could give the order for his retainers to take Frank,

things worse, he was coughing out pieces of his

“Argh!!!”

clawed at his own chest, as if to kill himself just

Why..." Professor Roberts was left dumbstruck, at a loss

doing?! Don't just stand there!” Glen yelled.

strode up to Professor Roberts

Roberts was so stunned he kept muttering to himself, “But the yellow serum was supposed to counteract the antidote. Why is he getting even worse? Was the antidote the problem in the first place? Is the patient's

left stumped at