The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

As they returned to their table, Will made up the excuse that he fell and had his hand stabbed by a fork on the floor, thus causing the earlier commotion. Cindy certainly could not just sit and watch, and she started to pull him along. "Come on. Let's get you to a doctor to clean that up."

"

"It's fine," Will said awkwardly, peeking at Frank and clearing his throat. "Mr. Lawrence has already helped me, and it doesn't hurt anymore, so...' Naturally, Cindy did not trust him at all and scoffed at the idea that Frank could help. "No way! He's just some common thug-who would you rather believe, him or a doctor?! Let's go already, or you'd get an infection because of him. It'd be terrible if it leaves a scar..."

Ultimately, Will had no choice but to leave as Cindy basically dragged him away.

Exasperated, he nodded at Frank before he left, though Frank was taking a sip of coffee and did not seem to respond.

Helen watched as Will and Cindy left, and she turned anxiously toward Frank. "Did you just-"

then. "Don't worry. He's not going to bother you

remained flustered. "That's not all, Frank. He made copies of vital documents from

replied, finishing his coffee

only nod despite her misgivings-Frank had never let her

Coast Hotel, Frank remembered to

Lionhearts had been unexpectedly calm in Morhen-there were no signs

a mistake, Frank?" She giggled, holding her phone between her ear and shoulder while working. "Uncle Glen's

watched, but he said staunchly, "Either way, just be prepared. You don't have to tell your uncle, but prepare for the worst nonetheless. At the very least, make