The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The black-clad man then asked, "What should we do, Mr. Lionheart?"

"Stay calm," Titus replied. "Just find out what he came back for, and tell my father about this-warn him to be careful." "Understood." The black-clad man nodded and disappeared with a puff of black smoke.

"The Lord of the Southern Woods..."

Titus then murmured to himself, "Don't tell me he's dying soon? But it isn't the time for that yet..."

Meanwhile, at Turnbull Estate, Vicky regained consciousness around noon, and Frank was checking on her facial injuries.

It went without saying that his medicinal paste was highly effective, as the cuts on Vicky's face were already scabbing. At that rate, she would make a full recovery in this. "Frank, do you think I'd have to live with this?" Vicky asked as she kept looking at herself in the mirror.

Though she sounded relaxed, Frank could see the hint of worry in her eyes. "Maybe."

turned to find his sly

snorted, throwing a punch at him as she realized he

my abilities in medicine?" Frank chuckled. "Not only would there be no scars, but your skin

murmured solemnly, touching the gash on her face. "What if I really end up scarred and deformed? Would you still love me?"

cheerful self, was there a woman who

answered

left on your face. Even if you

for you to say." Vicky pouted, but Frank could hear from her tone that she was calming

him a potentially lethal question,