The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

“We don’t need him visiting, and we didn’t ask for him.”

Fred’s expression was icy, and he was bent on chasing Frank away.

Winter was left standing there awkwardly, though Frank did not press the issue, seeing that Fred was determined.

“It’s fine. I’ll go,” Frank said and turned to leave.

Winter hurried after him. “I’m so sorry about that, Mr. Lawrence. I think Fred’s on edge about Mom, so he was a little harsh. Please forgive him.”

Frank smiled and patted her head. “Don’t worry. I’m not that petty–run along. Just call me right away if anything happens.”

Winter studied Frank and decided from his kindly smile that he really was not angry.

She nodded and returned to her mother’s ward.

Frank continued to leave and had just reached the entrance when Janet’s car arrived to a screeching halt outside.

Janet herself soon alighted with a large bag of supplements.

“What are you doing here, Ms. Zimmer?” Frank asked in surprise.

“You said your relative was sick, didn’t you?” Janet quickly explained. “So I came to visit.”Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Frank smiled, not expecting her to go that far for him. “I’m so sorry you have to come all this way over something so trivial…”

“No, Mr. Lawrence,” Janet quickly said. “Your business is mine.”

It was only after she finished that sentence that she realized she had misspoken and was left standing there awkwardly.

Still, Frank quickly changed the subject. “Oh, I have to go now since I have something else to do. If you don’t mind, could you examine my relative? Call me right away if it’s serious.”

He was not actually up to anything, but he could not go back when Fred had just chased him

out.

Janet nodded without hesitation. “Don’t worry. I’ll be checking things out with Hali personally.

“Thank you,” Frank said and left.

Meanwhile, Fred was awash with gratitude toward Brock in the special care ward.

“Mr. Summer, you really have to stay. I’m buying dinner later.”

Brock waved him off.

“I’ll take a rain check. I still have something to do later,” he said, eyeing Marian.

Catching her cue, she quickly said, “Well, don’t let us keep you, Mr. Summer. Oh, and I have to

work overtime too, Fred. You should stay and take care of your mom.”

“What? This late at night?” Fred asked in confusion.

“It’s all for the money, Fred.” Marian smiled, and it was true–she was doing it for Brock’s money,

Fred was actually touched, and remembered how Frank was throwing shade at Marian. If anything, Frank was probably just jealous that he had such a kind and understanding girlfriend!

Just then, the doors to the special care ward opened, and three people entered.

The bald head cardiologist, Walter King, was leading the way.

Behind him was Hali King, the elderly chief of Riverton City Hospital.

A young, pretty lady was walking behind them.

“Oh, Dr. King!” Brock exclaimed and promptly hurried to greet Walter.