The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Suddenly, the door opened, and Gina and the rest of the family rushed inside.

The instant she saw Frank holding a hand on Henry, she promptly rushed up to stop him. “What are you doing?!”

Frank frowned. “I’m treating him.”

“Treating him?!” Gina glowered in contempt, shoving Frank off. “A lowlife like you? Buzz off!”

“What…” Frank was speechless. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Henry frowned in turn. “Frank is helping me.

“What would he know?” Gina snorted. “You have nothing to worry about now. Sean Wesley spent a fortune to buy a super pill when he heard what happened.”

Henry growled through his teeth. “I don’t need that. Tell him to leave.‘

“What are you saying? Mr. Wesley has helped us so much and he’s interested in Helen,” Gina said smugly. “He’ll soon marry her too.”

“What…”

Henry fainted at Gina’s words, leaving everyone shocked!

“Grandfather…”

“Move.” Frank shoved his way forward, intent on helping Henry.

“No, you move!” Gina snapped right then, “Who do you think you are, telling me to move?! Do you still think you’re my son–in–law?!”

“I’m going to help Gramps.” Frank glared at her.

“We don’t need your help,” Gina rolled her eyes at him.

Sean entered just then, and Gina was promptly delighted. “Oh, Mr. Wesley. You said you have a wonder pill that could treat Henry, right?”

Sean calmly took out a box. “Don’t worry. I heard what happened, so I bought two Ichor Pills before I came.”

Frank froze when he heard that.

Ichor Pills? There was someone other than him in Riverton who could actually make it?!

Just then, Peter asked in curiosity, “Ichor Pills? What are they?”

Sean smiled confidently. “You probably aren’t aware, but just days ago, Gerald Simmons had consulted a great man and asked for these pills. He recovered in just a day after taking those pills.

“Woah… You mean, the man we met at Verdant Hotel the other day?” Gina quickly asked.

Sean nodded.

“Gosh, doesn’t that mean those pills are worth a fortune?” Peter added.

Sean waved her off nonchalantly. “Tidus Simmons and I are good friends. Asking for two pills for your grandfather is nothing.”

“Oh, you’re amazing, actually getting a word in with Tidus Simmons!” Gina was utterly impressed and turned toward the other relatives smugly, as if to brag about her son–in–law.

However, Helen was doubtful. “A tiny pill like this cured Gerald Simmons?”

“Of course. We just didn’t see it, but it’s an undeniable fact that Mr. Simmons recovered,” Sean said seriously and turned toward Gina. “Please help Mr. Lane take this, ma’am.

Gina nodded repeatedly–once they made Henry get better, the family would be in their debt!

As Gina hurried to Henry with the pill, Frank barked, “Hold it!”

“What?!” Gina snapped, wheeling on him. “What else do you want?!” “That’s not an Ichor Pill.”