The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

However, Fred suddenly noticed that girlfriend’s collar was wide open.

“What happened to your blouse?” he asked.

Marian froze and quickly looked down.

“Oh… I didn’t feel that button fall off,” she quickly said as she pulled up her collar.

She and Brock had been in so much of a hurry that the button was lobbed off when he tore at her blouse.

Fred remained puzzled, but before he could press the issue, a nurse entered. “Is Carol Zims‘ family here?”

Fred quickly walked up to her. “Yes, I’m her son.”

The nurse nodded. “Your mother will be moved to the special care ward now.”

Fred was not surprised since Brock had said as much. “Where can we make the payment?” “Payment? What payment?” The nurse did a double take. “The chief himself approved the room for your mother. Just come with me.”

“The chief? As in Hali King?” Fred asked in disbelief.

The nurse raised her brow. “Of course. Who else could our chief be?”

Fred and Marian turned to Brock right then, with Marian exclaiming in disbelief, “You know Hali King, Mr. Summer?”

Fred could kowtow to him right then. “Thank you so much for this, Mr. Summer…”

“Oh… Haha! It’s no big deal,” Brock chuckled, but he was even more shocked than they were.

He certainly did not know Hali–he knew Walter King, the head neurologist.

The nurse must have gotten it wrong, not to mention he never told Walter which patient needed transferring.

Frank frowned right then. “He has nothing to do with this.” Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Fred, who already had enough of Frank, promptly snapped, “Really? Then who does? You?”

Frank nodded. “I asked a friend to arrange a transfer for Madam Zims.”

“Haha!” Marian laughed. “What, are you saying your friend is Hali King?”

“We did meet a couple of times,” Frank admitted.

“Oh, and who are you to meet Hali King?” Brock scoffed right then.

Brock was a business owner and never even got to meet the chief of Riverton City Hospital, but a young prick like Frank did?

Moreover, Frank was Fred’s friend. With his help, Fred would have far surpassed Brock if he was as important as he boasted–why would Fred stay under Brock’s employment at all?

“That’s enough! Shut up, Frank!” Fred snapped grumpily.

Winter tugged on Fred’s sleeve just then.

She did not think Frank was lying, since he had given her a thirty million dollar present like it was an afterthought, and even a kingpin like Kurt Stinson showed him due respect.

If anything, it would not be surprising if Frank knew Hali.

However, Fred was too prejudiced against Frank just then to care what his sister thought.

“Let’s go,” he growled and took her to the special care ward.

Frank sighed exasperatedly–he had to follow, given the situation.

However, Fred stopped him at the doorway when he arrived with them.

“There’s no reason for you to come in,” Fred growled.

“What are you doing?!” Winter exclaimed, puzzled at Fred’s behavior. “He’s here to visit Mom. How could you keep him out?!”