The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Frank certainly felt Dr. Georg's temper, but he smiled nonchalantly as he picked up a chair to sit on. "So you're Professor Roberts' student?"

"Yes, I am," Dr. Georg said proudly, rearing his chin. "Though I heard him mention losing to a Draconia citizen, he's a master of medicine, unlike you!" Frank simply regarded him with amusement. "Really? What makes you think that wasn't me?"

"Because..."

Dr. Georg paused, but he soon continued solemnly, "Because he said he had lost to a master of medicine! That means he won't be as young as you are, so you don't get to insult him!"

"Pfft...."

Frank could not help chuckling-Dr. Georg's expression and bearing actually resembled Professor Roberts' stubbornness and competitive side. "Dr. Georg."

Alba rose to his feet just then, interrupting Frank and Dr. Georg's conversation anxiously. "How's my daughter? Are you sure you can save her?" "Not a problem."

Dr. Georg's brow eased as he turned toward Alba, assuring him, "I can say for sure that Ms. Quill is merely suffering from a severe case of allergy. That led to her rashes and her fainting spells, and I've already concocted a serum. It just has to be applied, and she'd be up in minutes."

"Hahaha! That's wonderful!"This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Alba was laughing and rubbing his palms with Dr. Georg's assurance, not forgetting to turn and shoot Frank a look of glee.

Frank did not respond to him,

however, but kept his eyes on Dr. Georg as he said quietly, "If you're

really unsure about Ms. Quill's

illness, you should consult your

ment

instead of making a decision

like you. For my part, I'm warning you not to use that so-called anti-allergy serum... or there'd be trouble."

"Thanks, but I'm confident—you're just like those two girls who kept yapping in Ms. Quill's room."

Dr. Georg reared his chin proudly as

he retorted coolly. "It's clearly an allergic reaction, but they somehow insist that it's a parasitic infection Mr. Quilt, please chase those noisy girls and this man out of here, or they'd disturb my treatment of your daughter."

"Not a problem!"

Alba agreed to it cheerfully and strode into the room, barking orders.

Soon, Winter, who had a red palm print on cheek, and Jean, who had tears welling up in her eyes, were shoved out of the room by a fat middle-aged

woman.

Naturally, it was none other than Cara York.

"Please, ma'am! Don't apply that serum!"

Smack!

Winter was still pleading repeatedly, only for Cara to slap her across the face audibly, snapping, "I told you to shut up! How dare you still hoffer in here! Don't you know that there are rules here?!"

Beside Winter, Jean bit her lip, her eyes going red as she watched Winter getting hit. "You're out of line! Winter is just stopping you from killing the patient!"

Cara simply snorted. "Hah! And I suppose she knows better?!"