The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Hehe..."

Winter hid a smile behind her hand, not at all surprised. "Like I said, Frank is the best healer in Draconia right now. There's nothing he can't diagnose."

"Mr. Lawrence... you have such profound insight," the soldier who was driving said vaguely, as if not keen to be reminded of his hip injury.

"Steady. Just don't move," Frank said and poked the soldier's hip, infusing him with a strand of pure vigor.

The soldier immediately felt as if he was bathing in hot water, relaxing his hip-a feeling that he had not had for years.

Frank soon withdrew his finger and patted that spot. "There. Done."

"Wait, what?"

The soldier almost winced by instinct, because his hip hurt terribly whenever it was touched.

But now, Frank was basically smacking it... and he was perfectly fine and did not feel any discomfort at all!

"My hip..."

brought the buggy to a screeching halt before turning in shock toward

smacking it as he exclaimed, "H-How did you do it? I've visited so many hospitals and taken so much medicine, but

dropped to his knees, kowtowing to Frank

he said, rubbing his eyes and almost shedding manly tears. "I... I can't

really nothing-you don't have to be

gratitude would come from assistance given as an afterthought and felt embarrassed

saluted Frank too. "It seems I must believe your sister now, Mr. Lawrence! Thank you for helping

he soon hung his head with a troubled look. "Maybe, if

"What was that?"

certainly hear

"What?"

hands up while flashing an apologetic smile. "Oh! It's nothing.

the buggy as he snapped, "What's happening to my grandfather?! Be honest!" "Oh... It's really nothing, sir. The governor just