The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

As Liev and his men left Zamri Hospital defeated, they ran into the rest of their men at the entrance.

"What happened here, Mr. Dresden?!"

The bodyguards at the front were left stunned, especially when they saw Percy and Claude bleeding all over.

"Save it. Let's just get out of here." Liev waved them off feebly, as it was really the worst day since he came to Zamri, bar none.

"Please, Mr. Dresden! We will restore your honor even if it kills us!"

The bodyguards were clenching their knuckles when they heard how discouraged Liev was.

They were bent on getting even for the sake of the Dresdens, and Liev could not talk them out as some of them started toward the building.

Smack!

Having had enough right then, Liev slapped the one leading them and screamed, "Are you fucking listening?! We're leaving Zamri now! It's over! You can either go in or die, or fuck off!"

With that, he kicked the bodyguard away while he strode into his own car and drove off without so much as looking back. He did not even care that his godson and son were left sitting limply on the ground! Meanwhile, Claude was left sitting there and spacing out.

He started chuckling after a while before laughing out loud, drawing sideway glances from many pedestrians and security guards.

Soon, Claude was crying even as he laughed, clearly having lost his mind.

Meanwhile, Winter was staring at the entrance from her office and sighed quietly. "I think I really overdid it... I was really cold there."

"You're really being naive now, my fellow apprentice." Abel Loggins laughed, stroking his beard as he sat on the couch. "I'm sure you

understand that being nice to your enemies means you're being cruel to yourself."

Winter nodded but sighed exasperatedly as she turned to him. "Just Winter will do. There's no reason to be so formal, Mr. Loggins."

"Oh, but that won't do." Abel was suddenly dead serious. "Rules and respect are integral in Draconian traditional medicine, and I've myself looked past my age to address you in respect. Or perhaps I don't deserve yours?"

"That's not what I mean..."

Winter sighed, rubbing her brow in exasperation.

Abel's presence here at Zamri Hospital was already becoming a popular topic of conversation. And on top of that, people were starting to give Winter weird looks and talk about her in private as Abel kept calling her his fellow apprentice.

All she could do was shake her head, exasperated at the codger's stubbornness. "Wait, where's Frank?"

"Oh, our dear mentor?" Abel chuckled. "He just flew off on a chopper. Said something about a situation in Morhen and having to check it out himself."

"What could it be?" Winter murmured, feeling disappointed.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Frank would never give her a head's up before going anywhere and always left at a moment's notice.

Seemingly reading her mind, Abel chuckled. "It's alright. He'll just be there for a few days..."