The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Even Helen was looking at Sean in astonishment.

The man himself actually felt a little embarrassed as he was caught in disbelief–did he somehow end up buying the real Ichor Pill?

Maybe he should buy more later and stockpile it…

“Haha! As long as Henry’s fine.” Gina laughed before shooting Frank a look. “See? Weren’t you calling the Ichor Pill a fake just now? What do you have to say now that Henry’s fine?” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Peter joined in without qualms. “Come on, Mom. You really think he’s some miracle healer or something?”

Frank rolled his eyes.

He was not bothered to explain–they would not believe anything he said now anyway, even if the

reason Henry recovered was not because of the fake pills.

When he turned to leave, however, Henry promptly stopped him. “Where are you going, Frank? You can at least stay for dinner…”

Frank flashed a pained smile. “I’ll pass. I have to go now–I’m busy.”

“No.” The old man did not want him to leave at all and tried his best to keep him. “You saved my life. Helen, you should thank Frank.”

“Haha!” Gina laughed so hard she was clutching her stomach. “Henry, Mr. Wesley saved you, not that

lowlife.”

Then, giving her daughter a nudge, she said, “Heard what your grandfather said? You have to thank Mr. Wesley properly now.”

Peter nodded repeatedly beside Gina. “Yeah, Grandpa—it’s because of Mr. Wesley’s Ichor Pill that you

recovered.”

Henry turned in disbelief toward Frank, who said nothing and left Laneville quietly.

Eager to have Sean get to know the family, Gina said, “Mr. Wesley, you should stay for dinner.”

She believed that once Henry saw how great Sean was, he would forget about Frank soon enough!

However, Henry was suddenly cool and lay back in bed, growling, “I’m not feeling an appetite, so there won’t be dinner. All of you go home.”

“What… Henry, Mr. Wesley is a guest. You can’t treat him like this,” Gina whispered through clenched teeth in embarrassment. “He saved your life!”

Henry snorted in disdain. “It’s just a pill. How much is it? I’ll pay.”

Sean’s eyes flashed coldly for a split second, but he was soon smiling. “It’s no issue, sir. It’s my gift to

you I won’t ask for money. Since you’re not in the mood, I won’t impose either.”

As he turned to leave, his expression turned cold again.

How dare that geezer belittle him! He would make Henry wish he were dead one day!

Gina could certainly sense his anger, but Sean was gone before she could give chase…

After leaving Laneville, Frank was sitting by the road and waiting for a ride when Sean stopped his Mercedes beside him.

He slowly wound down his window with a smile of contempt. “Where to, Mr. Lawrence? Want a lift?” “Save it,” Frank growled, shaking his head.

Sean laughed coolly. “Calm down, kiddo. You’re invited to my wedding with Helen when it happens.” “That’s not going to happen,” Frank said bluntly.

Sean got down from his car right then and glared at him. “The reason you’re not getting a beating is because I respect Helen. Did you think I’m afraid of you?”

Frank shrugged. “What, do you want a fight?”