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The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 871-"Haha."

Glen chuckled faintly and affably. "We are one of the Four Families of Morhen, after all. We'll spare no expense."

"Really? I don't see it." Frank sneered in turn.

"That's Frank Lawrence?"

Another group barged in the front gates just then, and it was none other than Zac himself leading them.

"I told you not to come." Glen frowned at him, then at Frida beside himself. "You told him about this place, didn't you?"

"I."

Frida wanted to argue, but bigwigs like them were not that easily tricked.

She hung her head, admitting to her fault in silence.

On the other hand, Zac glanced at Frank. "Hah! So that's the mentor Abel Loggins spoke of? He's so young."

Turning suspiciously toward Frida, he asked, "You're not lying to us, are you?"

"I'm not." Frida shook her head gingerly. "Mr. Lawrence. is unmatched in medicine."

"Hmph. Kid." Zac strode up at Frank, escorted by a large group of Turnbull family bodyguards with one Ascendant rank among them. "I don't care what your schtick is—you're coming with us to treat my father, and I'll cripple you if you fail!"

Glen snapped at him as soon as he finished. "Watch your mouth, Zac! Is this how you speak to a healer?!"

Zac clicked his tongue—being only in his forties, he was clearly more selfimportant than his brother.

Pointing at Frank and snorting doubtfully, he argued, "We don't even know if he can help Father yet. And he'll think less of us if we don't show him who's boss."

"Exactly!" Yonca exclaimed as she strode in, clearly having followed Zac here.

A pompous rich wife as ever, she was glaring coldly at Frank. "We haven't even punished you for hurting our bodyguards yet! Now come quietly and help Mr.

Turnbull, and we just might forget your indiscretion and reward you for it. But if you fail."

Yonca trailed off, but the threat in her glare was clear.

However, Glen could see Frank glower visibly. He promptly wheeled on Zac and the others as he bellowed, "Am I not the head of the family, or do none of you care?! Get the hell out of here and don't come back!" "D-Did you just snap at me?! For that insolent wretch?!" Yonca shrieked in shock. "I-I told Zac to come because I was worried! All I do is for you, and you snapped at me?!"

Glen ignored her as he kept glaring at Zac. "Get out, and bring that fishwife with you!"

"But…"

"Out!!!" Glen bellowed again.

"Okay," Zac replied tentatively, knowing that his brother was furious when he saw the nerve bulging over his forehead.

Shooting Yonca an accusing glare, he led his men and stormed off—he would not have disobeyed his brother if not for that woman's endless pestering.

And he certainly was prejudiced against Frank by the time he arrived, as Yonca badmouthed the man endlessly.

On the other hand, Glen watched as everyone else left Nash's cottage before turning back to Frank nervously. "Mr. Lawrence, please listen to me."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 872-Even before Glen could finish, Frank was laughing icily.

"Nice performance—the usual good cop, bad cop routine? Get out," Frank said with a snort, waving Glen off nonchalantly. "Your father's death is his just deserts, what with the way his children behave. Don't waste your breath and get out."

Even as he returned inside the cottage, he paused and glared sideways at Glen, adding coolly, "That reminds me—I'll be attending your family's annual dinner. If I find out that Vicky isn't willingly marrying Titus Lionheart… Hmph!"

With that, he slammed the door shut, leaving Glen and Nash standing there.

"Mr. Turnbull." Nash was at a loss for words.

Caught between Glen and Frank, he could not do anything and did not know what to say since he could not afford to mess with either man.

Glen was clenching his fist as various expressions alternated over his face.

However, just before he could flip, Frida strode up. "Mr. Turnbull, let me speak with Mr. Lawrence."

"You?" Glen did a double take. "Are you sure about this?"

"No." Frida shook her head, flashing a pained smile. "But it beats doing nothing."

Glen nodded gratefully. "I'm counting on you."

Ahem.

Frida walked up to the door and cleared her throat, but Frank spoke up before she could. "Do I owe you anything, Frida?"

A cold sensation unfurled in Frida's gut at his cool words, and she hung her head guiltily. "No. I will always remember my life debt to you."

"Then keep your mouth shut," Frank snapped, his tone cold as ice. "I won't listen to anyone unless Vicky comes to me personally. We don't owe each other anything now that you've gone out of your way to bring me here, so leave and take the Turnbulls with you. Don't be an eyesore."

Frida felt like her heart was cut in two, and she remembered Frank saving her twice in her most desperate moment, even restoring her meridian nexus.

It was a debt she would never make up for, and yet she repeatedly browbeat and harassed Frank because the Turnbulls asked.

She could really faint right then.

"I-I know," she growled through her teeth and returned to Glen.

"How did it go?" Glen could see there was no hope when he saw Frida's pale look but asked anyway to keep the last bit of hope he had.

Frida shook her head. "He won't do anything until he sees Ms. Turnbull."

Glen sighed loudly at that.

While he was surprised Frank was more obsessed with Vicky than he thought, it was a request neither he nor his family could fulfill.

In fact, Glen himself had to get down on his knees and beg Vicky just so that she would agree to marry Titus.

She and Frank were clearly made for each other, but Glen had to split them up for the sake of his family.

He would rather not do it, as he hoped for Vicky to follow her heart and marry someone she loved, but reality never goes as one would expect.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 873-When Zac saw Glen step out the front gates, he hurried to him and asked, "How did it go?"

"Why bother? That brat clearly said no." Yonca snorted beside him right then.

"That's what I've been saying all along—we were going about it the wrong way.

We should have asked the Lionhearts to send their elites to tie him up and take him to Mr. Turnbull. If he still refuses, just take his arms off!"

"Just stop it already!" Zac snapped at her in annoyance, seeing the dark look on his brother's face.

Things certainly could have gone better if she had not been so insistent on coming!

"What, did I say anything wrong?!" Yonca snapped, standing akimbo. "We have to resort to violence at this point—what would others think of our family if we leave empty-handed?!"

Smack!

Even as Yonca frowned and spat as she ranted, Glen finally had enough and slapped her across the face audibly.

"Argh!" Yonca yelped even as she dropped to the ground.

Clutching her cheek, she glared at Glen in disbelief and pointed at him as she snapped, "H-Have you gone crazy?! Forget snapping at me… You're hitting me for some savage?!"

"Hit you?! I'll kill you!" Glen bellowed, clearly furious as he raised his dragonhead cane over Yonca, ready to hit her.

Even as Yonca screamed in terror, Zac hurried to stop Glen.

"Calm down!" he cried and gestured pointedly at the people around them. "The neighbors are watching! This can wait until we get home!"

Glen calmed down at his brother's reasoning and snorted as he straightened his suit.

He shot Yonca a cool glare right then, even as she stayed on the ground.

He was usually the most rational and composed, qualities he embodied as the head of the Turnbull family—if anything, and outburst like this was a rarity.

On the other hand, Yonca was at first panicking but soon scrambled to get up and pointed at herself. "Don't stop him, Zac! Come on, Glen! Kill me! You were so impressive and all that, weren't you?!"

She even leapt up wildly and started grabbing Glen's cane, to which he snorted.

"Unbelievable."

With that, he got in his car with his men and left, allowing Yonca to keep shouting on the street.

Zac was not used to being the mediator, but sighed at the crazed Yonca anyway. "That's enough. Be more understanding—Glen lost it because of Father's situation, and I think we shouldn't have come like he told us to."

"We shouldn't have come?!"

Yonca did a double take and promptly trained her fury on Zac, poking his chest as she snapped, "When did you become another Glen?! We Turnbulls are one of the Four Families of Morhen, and Draconia's veins for economic growth is in our hands! And we can't even deal with some bumpkin?!"

Rolling her eyes, she kept ranting, "You're the only martial artist in the family…

What was it, you completed Birthright rank, didn't you? You said there aren't many who can beat you in Morhen, didn't you?! Since you're that terrific, get in there and grab that son of a bitch, and take him to Mr. Turnbull! It's that simple— or would you rather your family be laughed at?!"

Zac looked around to find many of Nash's neighbors down the street pointing and gesturing at them, and he felt at once embarrassed.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 874-Zac took a deep breath, his expression turning cold. "Since Glen's coaxing couldn't work… I guess I'll just have to do it the hard way!"

"Exactly!" Yonca exclaimed in delight. "If push comes to shove, find out where he lives and get some hostages. I doubt he wouldn't cave at that point! The Turnbull family has no reason to waste time on the likes of him!"

Zac nodded and strode into Nash's cottage with his men again, standing at the courtyard as he shouted, "Frank Lawrence! My brother was being reasonable, only for you to scorn him! Do you think we're pushovers?! You'd better come with us and help my father, or I'll send my people over to Riverton to get us some hostages!"

Frank heard him and was instantly incensed.

For him, those around him were untouchable—if the Turnbulls really dared to lay a finger on Helen and the others, he would not mind rooting out the entire family like weeds.

Not even Vicky would stop him at that point!

Bang!

The door was pulverized resoundingly as Frank stormed out, snarling murderously at Zac, "You've really done it now!"

Zac froze up, stupefied and immobile as if some ancient horror was glaring at him, terror creeping into his very bones.

He gritted his teeth, and when he finally regained control over his body, he braced himself as he bellowed at Frank, "Know your place! Come quietly and help my father, and you'll be an honored guest of my family—you'll have all the money you can spend for the rest of your life!"

"Pfft."

Frank laughed despite himself, seeing that Zac was still stubborn at this point.

He grinned coolly even as he slowly walked toward Zac. "Really? Show me what gave you the bravado to talk to me like that. I guess you're ready to declare war on me, aren't you?!"

He bellowed the last two words, kicking up a violent gust that sent Zac stumbling backward.

"What.?!"

Zac realized right away that Frank was more than what he seemed and clearly outranked him in martial prowess.

And to command such strength at his young age. Was he backed by some faction or sect? Could he be from the Martial Alliance?

However, there was no turning back for Zac now.

Nodding at the Ascendant rank his family hired, he turned back toward Frank and bellowed, "We came in peace, and your so-called war is only one waged between factions and families! Do you think you have what it takes to war with us?! Stop being stubborn!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Frank reared his head as he roared with laughter. "Came in peace, you say?!

That cheek of yours! I actually feel embarrassed for you!

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 875-Narrowing his eyes, Frank bellowed, "I'm giving you one last chance for Vicky's sake. Get out of my sight, or you'll all die here!"

Zac scowled and yelled back, "You are out of line! Did you think you could stand alone against the entire Turnbull family?!"

Seeing that Zac was still intent on threatening him, Frank sighed and suddenly looked up. "I gave you a chance, but you asked for this!"

Suddenly, he disappeared with a bursting gale.

"What?!" Zac exclaimed, as Frank was on top of him before he realized it.

His index finger outstretched, Frank's eyes were narrowed as he breathed quietly, "Point Break."

"Mr. Turnbull!" The Ascendant rank Turnbull retainer promptly pushed him out of the way.

Bang!

A burst of pure vigor erupted out of Frank's fingertip with mirages of dragons.

The Ascendant rank Turnbull retainer, unable to dodge in time, was reduced to a viscous pool of blood, splashing all over the wall behind him.

Nothing was left of him, and one would think that he had vanished into thin air if it was not for all that blood.

He was alive and kicking a moment ago, and he did not even have time to scream!

"W-What?!" Zac was dumbfounded when he turned and saw the horror of the war.

It had never crossed his mind that Frank was so powerful he could kill an Ascendant rank in an instant… and with nothing left of the man!

"Oh, so someone died for you. Well, you're not going to be that lucky now,"

Frank growled as he withdrew his blood-dyed finger and stared downward at Zac.

There was endless murderous intent in his eyes.

"H-How dare you! You tried to kill me!" Zac mumbled in disbelief even as he dropped limply to the floor.

He never felt this way before—like a wretched maggot.

Even as he felt endlessly embarrassed, Frank slowly approached him, his eyes flashing as he folded his arms before his chest.

"Heh…" He chuckled. "But I gave you a chance. You didn't take it and even tried to pressure me with your bullshit family."

Seized with terror right then, Zac begged with a quivering voice, "C-Can't you let me go for Vicky's sake?"

He was truly terrified as he realized that he was fastened to a guillotine—Frank was so strong he was basically a monster, caring not for consequences, let alone Zac's family!

"No." Frank sneered. "But I'll make it quick."

Zac's heart grew cold right then, as the fear of death and endless regret seized him.

In the end, his brother was right—he really should not have listened to Yonca.

The first time he listened to her, his brother's attempts to request Frank's help failed even before it started.

As for the second time… He was now going to die.

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 876-"Damn you, Yonca. So that's why Glen was so furious…" Zac closed his eyes in endless regret.

"Protect Mr. Turnbull!"

The Turnbull family bodyguards came to their senses just then and rushed toward Frank fearlessly.

However, Frank simply kicked his leg into the air, launching a horrific burst of pure vigor around him and sending them flying and screaming.

When Zac turned, he saw that each bodyguard was sprawled in pools of their own blood, their legs in pieces even as they screamed.

"It's over. This is it." He closed his eyes in despair.

"Mr. Lawrence! P-Please stop!" a voice suddenly called out.

"Eh? Frida?" Zac turned in surprise to find Frida running straight toward Frank, smartphone in hand even as she ignored the Turnbull family bodyguards laying around screaming in pain.

"No, Frida!" Zac shouted. "Tell Glen to."

He trailed off, unable to say the words 'avenge me' because he realized a horrible truth.

His family would never win against Frank.

And if his brother confronted Frank unprepared, Glen would suffer the same fate he did now.

He was clenching his fist, even as he clawed on their last hope. "We need the Lionhearts. Volsung Sect."

However, contrary to his expectations, Frida did not attack Frank—she was simply running towards Frank, phone in hand and completely defenseless.

"Frida Blue," Frank growled coolly. "Did you forget what I just said? I won't hold back if you insist on siding with the Turnbulls."

"That's not what I mean to do," Frida cried even as she raised her phone. "I owe you, Mr. Lawrence. So please just take this call."

"Take the call?"

Frank eyed the phone but did not reach out for it, though he soon did a double take when he heard the familiar voice laughing on the other end.

"Oh, my. Whoever upset my darling? Come now. Stop for a moment, and take deep breaths."

Frank snatched the phone right then, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Vicky, are you being held against your will? Just speak up if you are, and I'll—"

"Whoa, slow down for a moment…"

Vicky giggled as she always did, sounding calm and composed and clearly not under duress. "I'm not important—you are. I'd rather find out who messed with my darling, since that's not a particularly easy task."

Frank paused to let his rage subside before speaking quietly, "Your dear uncle Zac came to me, asking me to save your grandfather. I refused, so he threatened to take hostages from Riverton."

"Bastard!" Vicky snapped, suddenly hyperventilating.

Frank actually heard someone else trying to calm her down right then. "Please, Ms. Turnubll. You're an heiress from an important family, and such foul language is beneath you—"

"Beneath my ass!" Vicky snapped at whoever it was before telling Frank, "Hah! I thought I could help Uncle Zac, but now. Hah! Forget it! Can you hear me, Uncle Zac?!"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 877-Zac replied, "I-I can hear you…"

"Hah!" Vicky snapped right then. "Did you forget what I've said? I told you not to threaten Frank with his family, but I guess none of you were listening! Even if I'd like to see Helen Lane served to me on a platter. Do it, darling! I won't blame you even if you kill Uncle Zac!"

Zac paled at Vicky's words.

He opened his mouth to speak but eventually hung his head in silence.

Frank was silent too—if Vicky directly spoke on Zac's behalf, he might actually refuse her.

But Vicky was smart.

Knowing that Frank was not one who followed orders, she chose to side with him instead to disarm him.

If Frank actually killed Zac after that, he would actually be the petty one.

"It's alright."

Vicky sighed after a brief silence, pouting over the phone. "Just let him go, darling. This one time, alright? He's still my uncle, and just killing him like that would make things complicated, y'know?"

Frank sighed and shook his head. "Since you put it that way, I'm really not in the mood for death."

Shooting Zac a look, he snorted. "Fine. I'll let it slide once. And don't you think you should explain yourself too, Vicky?"

"Explain? What for?" Vicky asked, using her signature playfulness to play dumb.

"Don't try to play this down," Frank growled, frowning. "You were out of touch for so long that I couldn't even tell if you were safe. Don't you know how difficult that is for me?"

"Oh, so you do care about me!"

"Don't change the subject!" Frank snapped sternly. "Are the Lionhearts coercing you?! If that's the case, tell me! I'll protect you from whoever it is, be it the Lionhearts or the rest of Draconia, and I'll do it without hesitation."

Vicky sniffled at his words, her laughter quivering even as she tried to be cute.

"Haha. I'm not. Why don't you come over to Turnbull House to see me? I-I missed you."

Her voice turned quiet towards the end, and Frank was not about to hesitate at that. "Alright. I'll be right there."

However, before he could hang up, Vicky quickly said, "Wait, darling. Would you mind helping my grandfather since you're coming anyway? I know it's too much to ask, but I'd rather not lose him. So, please?"

"Got it," Frank said after a brief silence, and hung up.

"I'll take you to Turnbull House, Mr. Lawrence," Frida said without further ado, heading straight for the car since she was there for the whole conversation.

Frank glanced at Zac and growled coolly, "You're lucky this time. Now remember —threaten me with my family again, and there won't be a next time!"

"Yes…" Zac trembled even as he sat limply on the floor.

It was long after Frank left that one of the Turnbull family bodyguards helped him to his feet.

He looked around at the other Turnbull family bodyguards who were still laying and groaning on the ground and flashed a pained smile.

Gesturing at them, he said, "Send someone to clean up this mess, and."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 878-Staring at the blood splatter and remains sticking to the wall, Zac sighed. "Build a cenotaph for Mr.

Ziege. It's only thanks to him that I'm alive."

"Mr. Turnbull…” The Turnbull family bodyguards watched as Frank left and whispered into Zac's ear, "Are we just going to let him go to Turnbull House? Your brother gave express orders not to let him get in touch with Ms. Turnbull, not even through phone calls. Ms. Blue is clearly going against that, so shouldn't we punish her per family law?"

"Family law?" Zac shook his head, chuckling ironically. "We'd all be dead if not for Frida Blue. If there's anyone who needs to be punished."

Yonca's lofty face appeared in Zac's mind right then.

Soon, Frank arrived at Turnbull House in Frida's car.

As expected of one of the Four Families of Morhen, they certainly lived differently—somehow, their furnishings and houses were a class above the Jankos.

Marble statues, artistic works, and expensive vases lined the courtyard and hallways, each of them worth a fortune.

Not every family could be that extravagant.

Frida drove the luxury car over the red carpet-lined road, stopping outside a massive reception hall.

"Mr. Turnbull is waiting for you inside, Mr. Lawrence. Do go in," Frida said after opening the door for him, pointing at the majestic building sitting atop the towering stairs.

"Shouldn't I be checking on George Turnbull first?" Frank said, just wanting to get it over with and see Vicky instead of continuing to tussle with the Turnbull family.

Frida's mouth hung open. "It's Mr. Turnbull's orders. I."

"Got it." Frank sighed.

He knew it was pointless to pester Frida, and she had done her best in helping him contact Vicky.

He strode up the stairs, and two servants in tailcoats opened the door for him.

Having nothing to fear, Frank straightened his collar and held his head high as he entered the gigantic parlor.

It was very spacious, filled with every variety of artistic works. Even a novice like Frank could see how valuable they were, and he actually thought for a moment that he had left Draconia and was visiting a foreign museum.

"You're here, Mr. Lawrence." Glen was waiting ahead, and enthusiastically offered a handshake—he was friendly to Frank, at least.

Frank, however, did not play along.

"Where's your father?" he asked quietly. "Don't waste my time."

"Huh…"

While Glen was left feeling awkward since Frank did not shake his hand, what he was about to say would make things even more awkward.

"Well. Mr. Lawrence," he said. "I'm afraid I have to apologize. Titus Lionheart has sent in the best doctor from abroad to treat my father."

"So I'm not needed?"

Frank pursed his lips and shrugged. "Well, where's Vicky? Take me to her."

Seeing that Frank had not given up, Glen's cheek stiffened and he smiled apologetically. "Well, since you're not helping my father, then the deal between you and my niece is moot, don't you agree?"

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 879-"Agree, my ass!"

Frank snapped at Glen even as the Turnbull family bodyguards watched. "When did I make a deal with Vicky? She called me to see her, and helping your father is a matter of convenience. I get to decide, so don't think you Turnbulls can ride on Vicky's request!"

Anyone being snapped at like that would never react well, and that certainly applied to Glen Turnbull, the head of one of the Four Families of Morhen.

The only one who did that last time was his own father. Barring that man, every outsider had been reverent to him, even directly kowtowing.

Even the head of the Lionheart family and the Sorano family had to show him due respect.

And Frank was snapping at him in his house? Who did he think he was?!

"Watch your mouth! I dare you to speak in that manner with Mr. Turnbull again!"

The Turnbull retainers strode up at Frank just then, each of them Ascendant rank and hired with a king's ransom.

They even had an elder from the Martial Alliance among their ranks.

"Really?"

Frank cast a sweeping glance at them, and then at the scowling Glen as he asked quietly, "So you Turnbulls are not going to honor your agreement?"

"The Turnbulls are generations of businessmen, and honoring our agreement is our tenet," Glen said coolly, his smile faded. "But your agreement with Vicky was just a verbal agreement that came without my agreement. Don't you think you need permission to visit her in my house?"

"Really? That means a grown adult like Vicky has no personal freedom in this house?" Frank narrowed his eyes hostilely.

"Watch your tone, whippersnapper!" an elderly retainer snapped. "This is Turnbull House! You don't get to strut!"

"Speak like that again, and we will show you." An Ascendant rank hag narrowed her eyes threateningly.

"Hahaha!" Frank laughed instead of getting upset with their threat. "So these people are what gave you your confidence, Glen? You'd better make up your mind quickly."

As Frank strode forward, his vigor bursting away menacingly, Glen's expression turned cold. "No, they simply had enough of your insolence, and I never intended for this to be a discussion. So how about this? I'll pay you a billion dollars, and you vanish from Vicky's life forever. You're both from different worlds anyway—she will be Mrs. Lionheart, while you…"

Glen trailed off, shaking his head. "You have an ex-wife in Riverton, don't you?

Don't get too greedy now, Mr. Lawrence."

"What if I refuse?" Frank narrowed his eyes coolly.

"Then we have to go down a path neither of us would like," Glen retorted flatly.

"We'd have to make you forget about Vicky."

"Hmph. I'd like to see you try." Frank snorted, giving up on pretension right then, charging Five-Peat Archaeus from head to toe and unleashing a horrible pressure.

Glen snorted in turn and stepped back, while five Ascendant ranks surrounded Frank.

The hag earlier laughed eerily. "You are the first person who dares to strut in Turnbull House, kiddo."

The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage Chapter 880-An elderly retainer remained impassive as he growled, "Why waste your breath?

Just kill him and be done with him."

"I agree." Another retainer in his fifties nodded in agreement. "Don't blame us, brat. Blame your tactlessness and refusing the olive branch Mr. Turnbull extended!"

However, just as they were ready to attack, the doors to the reception hall opened.

"Eh?"

Frank, Glen and his retainers all turned to find a man with short hair striding in, his eyes flashing murderously.

And it was none other than Titus Lionheart himself.

"I warned you never to show up in Morhen, didn't I?" He smiled. "Well, now that you're here… prepare to die."

He was escorted by several Ascendant rank elites, one of whom had reached peak Ascendant rank.

In an instant, the pressure was suddenly on Frank and he was caught on the backfoot.

"W-Where's the patient? I'm busy," someone spoke in inarticulate Draconian just then.

A middle-aged balding foreigner with blonde hair and blue eyes strode in just then. He was carrying a large briefcase and seemed so pompous that he was oblivious to the murderous vibe in the hall.

"Hmph." Titus did not appear deterred that his impulse for payback was thwarted.

Turning toward Glen, he smiled faintly. "Mr. Turnbull, this is Professor Roberts, who works at a famous university abroad. He's the global leading authority in virology and infectious diseases—he can deal with any conditions, no matter how difficult it might be."

"Great!"

Glen exclaimed in delight when he heard Mr. Roberts' credentials, giving Titus a thumbs up. "There is no need to worry when the Lionhearts step up! Don't worry, Mr. Lionheart—I'll visit your family personally to convey my thanks if my father is saved."

"Heh. You're being too humble now, Mr. Turnbull." Titus smiled before turning toward Frank. "So, Mr. Turnbull told me you're here to treat his father too?"

"As a matter of convenience, yes," Frank replied, impassive. "Because Vicky asked.

"Hmph."

Titus snorted and scowled when Frank mentioned Vicky.

Still, his eyes soon flashed with disdain as he came up with an idea and turned toward Glen. "Mr. Turnbull, why don't we let Frank join us to check on your father? We could let him give a demonstration of Draconian traditional medicine for Mr. Roberts."

"What?"

Professor Roberts clearly overheard Titus and chuckled in amusement.

"Draconian traditional medicine? It's all a sham. They can't even name the ingredients they put in a bottle, and they follow neither procedure nor scientific principles. Snake oil salesmen, all of them."

Frank had no intention to get involved and play to Titus' tune, but he narrowed his eyes when he heard the foreigner insulting Draconian traditional medicine.

"Really?" He asked. "Are you sure you've seen real Draconian traditional medicine?"

"Of course." Professor Roberts scoffed, patting his chest audibly. "I've seen it and even put the soup they cooked for patients through lab tests. Nothing inside can cure illnesses in any form, which only proves my point—snake oil salesmen, conmen. Insignificant