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

for his retainers to take Frank, George started convulsing again, even more violently this

his own innards, and its pungent

“Argh!!!”

clawed at his own chest, as if to kill

Roberts was left dumbstruck, at a loss for what to

you doing?! Don't just stand there!” Glen

Roberts as well,

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

was left stumped