The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



"Thank you... you saved my wife! Thank you..."

After Frank and Winter escorted Jolie to the ICU, a tall man stopped them to kowtow at them.

Beside him, a boy around five did the same in front of Frank.

"P-Please, you don't have to do this..."

As both father and son struck heads against the floor audibly, drawing quite a crowd, Winter quickly pulled them to their feet and assured them, "We're just doing our jobs, and your wife has a fearsome will to survive too. This is really unnecessary....."

"Just doing their jobs..."

The attendings watching in the distance were speechless, as they were well aware of Jolie's condition.

Everyone attending with authority in their respective fields were there, but none of them were brave enough to take up that surgery.

They therefore knew how terrible Jolie's condition was and that she had a 0.1% chance of survival.

And yet, Winter's young brother took that chance and converted it into success.

The skill and determination alone left the other attendings blushing, too embarrassed to get too close to Frank and Winter.

One of them shook his head and sighed. "It's as the saying goes... There's always a bigger fish!"

The others certainly agreed, as they all stared at Frank with reverence.

Meanwhile, outside the ICU, Frank was frowning slightly at Mr. Queen. "You were yelling outside the operating room just now, saying you shouldn't have called your wife. What was that about?"

"Oh, uh..." Mr. Queen pursed his lips in embarrassment, twirling his fingers but not answering.

However, seeing that Frank was still staring at him silently, he realized that there was no hiding it and sighed lengthily.

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"A weird conversation?" Frank raised a brow.

"Yeah."

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Mr. Queen looked around again before taking out his phone and playing a call recording on his phone. "Kwork at a legal firm, so it's a habit of mine to record every phone conversation. Listen to this here's what I heard after I called my wife."

Frank took Mr. Queen's phone and held it beside his ear.

He immediately heard noisy but carefully placed footsteps clearly approaching.

Soon, a man was shouting, "Dr. Jorst! It's just a phone!"

"Dr. Jorst?"

Just as Frank leaned his head sideways and wondered who this Dr. Jorst was, a familiar voice suddenly asked, "Just a phone? You didn't see anyone?"

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Frank recognized the voice right then. "Yannick Jorst?!"

Mr. Queen's face lit up in excitement as well. "Y-You know him?!"

"Yeah." Frank nodded somberly.

Jolie was the victim of a hit-and-run behind the hospital yesterday.

And now, Yannick Jorst, a turncoat who should have been gone from the hospital, was proven to have shown up nearby. What could he be up to?