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?"

become his apprentice was unexpected. The kid must have

straight to the kitchen, putting everything into a pot with Sadie's help and cooking it over a slow

enough? It really doesn't look like how they do it

that you still need specialized cauldrons for the finest herbs.

will 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 you think they had to use?" Sadie

for another half an hour," Frank then told her, "and then

Frank turned to leave,

brewed them tea while she sat curled up in a

Sadie assured her again. "My mentor is great. He'll definitely cure

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

him. "Please understand that this is simply goodwill. Not everyone would be afforded

turned toward Frank. "Don't worry about her, master.

in silence, but it

to such a hideous state,