The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Chapter 1760



Frank spoke quietly, "Bring me the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom."

"But, Mr. Lawrence..." Trevor was hesitant. "You told me not to take it out under any circumstances, and-"

"Don't waste my time," Frank snapped.

Noticing the edge in Frank's voice, Trevor hung up right away without another word.

"Phew..."

Frank lay on his bed again, sighing lengthily.

Then, growling through gritted teeth, he forced himself to sit up and pulled out all the tubes attached to him as he got out of bed.

"Frank?! What?!"

Peter rushed in when he heard the commotion inside and immediately found Frank trying to stand up by leaning on the bed handles. He was stunned-Frank could still get out of bed in this condition?!

After all, the doctors here at Zamri Hospital said that Frank had sustained over seventy percent of burns over his body, with his hair completely burned off.

It went without saying that the gaping hole in his stomach ended up even worse, and an infection was kicking in by the time Frank was sent to the hospital.

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As such, Peter reasoned, "You should just stay in bed and recover, or you'd make your injuries worse—"

"I know my body better than anyone else."

Frank hacked violently but still held up a hand to stop Peter from helping him stand.

Still, he beckoned at Peter to make a list of medicinal ingredients and told him to bring it over.

Peter was well aware of Frank's knowledge in medicine and did not hesitate to get the ingredients.

Frank watched as Peter put everything on his bed and took a deep breath to muster his pure vigor from his meridian nexus.

Refining everything for a moment, he consumed everything in one go, and his cheeks regained some color once he did.

That was when Trevor arrived with an elegant wooden box.

"Perfect timing," Frank said, wiping the blood off his lips before telling Peter, "If your sister comes, just tell

her I don't blame her-I only hope that she would have more faith."

"Wait, where are you going?!"

Tears welled up in Peter's eyes even as he watched Frank limp away.

"I don't have the time to lie around. I need to save them."

Frank then paused and flashed a thumbs-up at Peter. "Thanks."

And with those words, he disappeared down the hallway.

Peter had no idea how he was going to stop Frank as he watched the man leave.

He had been ordered to prevent Frank from leaving, but he could not even start.

The man was just so... tough.

While he spaced out, Helen, Vicky, and the others arrived at the other end of the hallway.

Vicky immediately saw the ICU door

wide open, while Helen turned pate

in shock when she saw that Frank was not in his bed. "Peter... Where's Frank?"

"He said he's going to save the hostages," Peter said calmly.

"I told you to stop him!" Helen exclaimed, grabbing him by the shoulders. "What the hell, Peter?! Can't you even do that much? Where did he go?! How long has he been gone?!"

Peter sighed. "Sis... Who could have stopped him?"