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..."

The soldier brought the buggy to a screeching halt before turning in shock toward his hip.

He first poked it before smacking it as he exclaimed, "H-How did you do it? I've visited so many hospitals and taken so much medicine, but nothing worked! Why-"

"The blunt trauma you suffered left your meridians misshapen," Frank replied nonchalantly. "I simply restored them to their original state." Hearing that, the soldier dropped to his knees, kowtowing to Frank twice.

"Tim Cox, at your humble service," he said, rubbing his eyes and almost shedding manly tears. "I... I can't repay you enough..."

"That's enough. It's really nothing-you don't have to be that serious."

Frank was actually surprised that such devoted gratitude would come from assistance given as an afterthought and felt embarrassed just then. "Eric Holt, at your service!"This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

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

Still, he soon hung his head with a troubled look. "Maybe, if it's you... You could help the governor too..."

"What was that?"

Frank could certainly hear Eric muttering.

"What?"

Eric looked up and quickly threw his hands up while flashing an apologetic smile. "Oh! It's nothing. We should keep going-" "What do you mean nothing?!"

Frank's visage was at once icy, smacking the handrail of the buggy as he snapped, "What's happening to my grandfather?! Be honest!" "Oh... It's really nothing, sir. The governor just has a little cold..."

Feeling guilty, Eric turned toward Frank to find him glaring at him, clearly not about to be denied.

"Oh, alright!"

Seeing that there was no fooling Frank, Eric cursed his fat mouth.

He looked around and made sure no

around

one else was near before

whispering, "You see, Governor Quilt has suffered from a lingering

condition after that battle three ne

decades ago, but it did not flare up until recently..."

Frank frowned. "Lingering condition?"

"Mr. Lawrence, please!"

S

On the other hand, Tim, who

received Frank's grace, was growling

through his teeth, "I can see that

you're a man of integrity, so I will tell you even if it might mean being silenced.

"We're aware that Gero Quill's eldest son, Rex Quill, has been planning something recently. When we later heard about Governor Quill's failing health, we knew that it must have something to do with Rex!"