The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank chuckled. "Preparing medicine. What else?"

Soon, a retailer arrived and passed Frank the herbs he picked.

Frank quickly turned and left, while Sadie hurried after him. "I think I know you even less now, master."

Frank chuckled. "Would I still be necessary if you understood everything I do?"

Sadie smiled in wry amusement-that must be true, as Frank was virtually a divine being whom even Sally York feared. Would a mere mortal like Sadie really understand his ways? Soon, they returned to the apartment.

However, when the hunchback saw the medicine Frank was holding, she snapped coolly, "Are you kidding me?"

Frank shrugged. "Trying won't kill you, and there's nothing potentially lethal here like arsenic. Don't you agree?"

Seeing that the hunchback remained skeptical, Sadie pressed, "You can trust me even if you don't believe my mentor, right? You know me-don't you think that my complete faith in him is already testament to his character?"

and that she would defer entirely to Frank and even become his apprentice was unexpected. The kid must have some

everything into a pot with

"Are these herbs enough? It really doesn't look like how they do it on

"Quit watching pointless shows, though I'll admit that you still need specialized cauldrons for the finest herbs. This one, however, doesn't need

give it to you straight-Draconian traditional medicine doesn't need specialized tools at all. Families in older times only had clay pots, so what do

for another half an hour," Frank then told her, "and then it's ready for

turned to leave, with Sadie hurrying

the living room, they found that the hunchback had already brewed them tea while she

Sadie assured her again. "My

chuckled. "Really? Why does he feel like a chef to

mentor, so she kept defending him. "Please understand that this

worry about her, master. She's always

silence, but it

being reduced to such a hideous