The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Claude's voice turned sinisterly cold, and he punched the wall as he chuckled coolly. "You have half an hour, Lydia. If you don't show up at Zamri Hospital, your father and his hospital bed would be thrown out. Just watch!"Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Beep...

Lydia was at once terrified and anxious as Claude hung up on her.

If she really did not go to the hospital, Claude might really come good on his threat!

Still, just as Lydia rushed to the hospital, Frank was just stepping out of Winter's office.

He had come to check up on her, as well as offering her and Abel Loggins some insight on unusual medical cases and atypical illness.

Staying holed up at Zamri Hospital had been rewarding for Abel, and he was once again rejoicing that he was right in choosing Frank as his mentor.

The man was young, but his knowledge, skill, and experience were far beyond his years.

In fact, he was even brazenly asking Frank if he could practice martial arts despite his age.

After all, most of the advanced medical skills require a combination of pure vigor, honed through practicing martial arts.

Naturally, Frank merely glanced at him before shaking his head.

Letting Abel train in martial arts would just kill him-the man was so old he could break his hip throwing a punch!

Frank's response left Abel disappointed, but he was not deterred.

As he continued hovering around Frank, intending to ask another question, Frank suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Frank?"

"Master Lawrence?"

Both Winter and Abel stared at Frank in curiosity, and followed his gaze to find a young woman in a business suit running down the hallway.

"Frank, do you know her?" Winter quickly asked.

"I guess." Frank rubbed his chin, suspicious.

She said that she would be coming to help him with the follow-up paperwork. What was she doing here, looking so flustered and not noticing that she had brokencher heels?

"Let's take a look," Frank led Abel and Winter over.

They soon stopped outside a ward, and Frank scowled as soon as he heard a familiar laughter before he went in.

It was none other than Claude, whom he met at the car dealership before.

In the ward, he had a finger under Lydia's chin and smiled smugly. "Hehe... what a good daughter you are, Lydia!"

"What do you want, Claude?!" Lydia snapped angrily, cringing as she wobbled backward.

"What do I want?!"

Claude laughed, shaking his head. "Don't you know very well what I want?"

"You bastard... I'll kill you!"

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Lydia's father screamed, while blood flowed profusely from his recently stitched leg along the tiled floor.