The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Gina absolutely disagreed. “What do you mean by others? Mr. Wesley has helped us so much!” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Peter agreed. “From where I’m standing, he would be better as my brother–in–law than Frank.” “Just shut it,” Helen shot him a glare and refused to say anything further.

Frank arrived in an hour, but no one greeted him since he amounted much less than a son–in–law.

Only Helen did, although she too had opinions against him because of what happened before. “Hey.” Frank asked right away,” How’s Gramps?”

“It doesn’t look good.”

Frank nodded. “I’ll see him.”

With that, he walked past the crowd and made a beeline for Henry’s room.

“How are you, Gramps?” he asked when he saw Henry.

The man had been waiting and promptly looked up at Frank’s familiar voice. “You’re really here, Frank.”

Frank held his hand while taking his pulse. “Yes, I am.”

Henry was in turn calmer when he saw Frank. “My family has wronged you, Frank…”

Frank shook his head and assured him, “You’ll be fine as long as I’m around. Don’t worry.”

The old man only had a heart issue, and with Frank himself reaching the pinnacle of his internal energies, treating him was no issue.

However, Henry held his hand with a vice–like grip as he shook his head, pleading, “Please, Frank… It’s our misfortune that we can’t have you stay, but I’m begging you–Helen is too young, and there are things beyond her control. If you really care about me, promise me to help my family if they’re facing trouble.”

Even if he had long since retired from the company’s development, he had and eyes were clear as day.

He knows Helen depth after watching her grow up–Lane Holdings had already reached the extent of their potential. If there was danger, they still had to rely on Frank!

“Don’t worry, Gramps. If your family were in trouble, I won’t ignore it,” Frank said, unable to turn down Henry with those pleading eyes.

He had come to the Lanes with nothing except a sheet of paper–a proof of betrothal. Everyone in the family protested, but Henry shut them all down and had Helen marry him while doting on him like a grandson.

Even if he was not doing it for the Lanes, Frank could not say no to Henry.

Seeing that Frank was saying yes, Henry smiled happily and gently clapped him on the shoulder. “I can rest easy since you said that.”

This was insurance–with a trump card like Frank Lawrence, he was relieved.

He was a true parent to the end. Even on his deathbed, he was planning for the Lanes‘ future.

“What are you saying, Gramps?” Frank quickly corrected him. “You will be fine as long as I’m around -I just took your pulse. You merely suffer from vein blockage, a trifle that I can fix in an instant.”

“Oh… Okay… I trust you,” Henry nodded repeatedly, feeling a good mood just then.

He was not actually concerned about staying alive. It would be fine if he lived, but there was nothing wrong if he did not.

Frank pressed a hand on his chest, intending to clear the blockage -he did not need needles as his internal strength had been restored.