The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Forget dissing Rocco–Dan could slap Rocco in the face, and Rocco would never retaliate!

Frank shook his head. “No, I understand how the boy felt. There’s no reason for me to blame him.”

If anything, Helen was to blame for bringing Lyndon the fake Ichor Pill, which led to Rocco believing Frank was bringing him another dud when he brought a real one.

Naturally, that was no reason to hold a grudge against Rocco,

Dan then walked up to Frank, appearing utterly respectful. “Your understanding certainly sets your apart from the rest… also, should you find the time, why don’t you visit my Flora Hall? We can exchange our knowledge when it comes to medicine.”

Frank smiled in turn. “Don’t worry, Mr. Zimmer. I’ll actually require your assistance, since I’ll need plenty of medicinal ingredients soon enough. I’ll be imposing plenty.”

Dan was beaming at Frank’s words–imposing suited him just fine. If anything, he was more worried

that Frank would not visit.

Decent relationships went both ways, after all.

“Feel free to ask if you need anything, Mr. Lawrence,” Dan assured Frank. “I’ll never turn you

“Thank you, Mr. Zimmer.” Frank smiled faintly. “I shall get going if there’s nothing else… Also, please ask the McCoys to release Helen Lane later.”

Dan was taken aback. “Sorry for asking, but what’s your connection to Ms. Lane?”

“She’s my ex–wife,” Frank said quietly.

With those words, he left in silence.

down.”

The Lanes hated him, and now that Helen was unhappy with him as well, he had even less reason to

see them.

Dan was in turn gaping in disbelief–he was actually curious if Frank and Vicky were a thing since they were so close.

Forget Vicky being engaged… Surely the Turnbulls would not let Vicky marry a divorcee?!

“M–Mr. Zimmer! I–It’s a miracle!” Rocco ran outside just then, almost stumbling as he did. “My father… he’s recovered! Wait, where’s Mr. Lawrence?”

“Gone,” Dan replied quietly. “Be nicer if you ever meet him again–he did not hold against you.

your offense

“Of course, of course!” Rocco nodded repeatedly before asking softly, “Actually, who is he? Why haven’t I heard of him, let alone that he was with the Lanes?!”

“Let’s just say that you shouldn’t ask too many questions,” Dan said, shooting him a look. “And

where’s Ms. Lane? Let her go already.”

“Oh, of course… I’ll do it right away!”

Helen and Gina were still sulking in the guest room, with the latter complaining unhappily, “What’s keeping Mr. Wesley? When are they letting us go?”

Just then, the door opened, with Rocco smiling in greeting, suddenly utterly humble. “I’m so sorry about my impulsive behavior before, Ms. Lane. I almost hurt you there–please don’t hold it against

me.”

Helen was left taken aback by his drastic change of attitude and could tell right away that either her grandfather or Sean had resolved the issue.

“It’s no issue, Rocco. How’s your father?” she asked.

Rocco smiled. “Your husband treated him, and he’s made a full recovery. He’s resting in his room as we speak, but don’t worry–the terms you negotiated before are still in effect.”

“My husband?” Helen was stunned.

Judging from the way Rocco said it, it was definitely not her grandfather. Could it really have been Sean?

“Yeah…” Rocco replied, left a little bemused by her reaction. “That’s how he introduced himself.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

In reality, he did not get it either–if Helen’s husband was that impressive, why would she give his father a fake pill in the first place? Could there have been a mistake?