The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Exactly. I too think that Mr. Lawrence's explanation makes sense," the soldier who was driving added.

"What, are you interested in traditional Draconian medicine too?" Frank chuckled.

He was feeling relaxed since he no longer had to bother himself with the Quills' troubles and was cheerfully making small talk with the two soldiers escorting them.

"Haha! Please don't put me through the wringer, Mr. Lawrence."

The soldier driving the buggy shook his head, chuckling. "I've been frequently injured myself and have only learned a thing or two since I visit the doctor all the time. But I'm still nothing compared to you." Then, pointing at his comrade, he chuckled, "That said, you shouldn't underestimate this man now, Mr. Lawrence. He's the treasure of Quill Manor!"

"Really?"

Frank glanced at Winter and Jean, who were both smiling. "How so?"

"Oh..."

"It's just a moniker that my comrades gave me. Like I said, I only know a thing or two, but

pocket,

that a soldier who was basically

was certainly being wasted as a

that's about all I can do. My father used to

sighed emotionally as he patted the wooden box. "He fought alongside the governor up north, but now... Ugh, it's frustrating just thinking about it!" The soldier driving the buggy suddenly snorted, but his comrade quickly shot him

"Some things should be

unable to

while,

piqued Winter's interest, and she poked her head between the soldiers to ask softly, "What is it? What are you talking about?" "Exactly," Jean said, helping to pressure the soldiers

"I..."

but soon shook his head. "It's exactly because Mr. Lawrence is the

"It's alright."