The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 890

"Hup!" Frank barked as he smacked his palm on George's chest, and a stream of green-black blood shot out like a geyser.

"Argh!!!"

George screamed but soon relaxed as more blood gushed out.

Frank then leveled an impassive look at Professor Roberts. "Your serum is an antibiotic. The earwig eggs inside reacted to it by hatching, and the larvae are now invading Mr. Turnbull's internal organs."

His blunt words yanked Professor Roberts out of his shock, and he turned in disbelief toward Frank. "How did you—"

"I do stay in touch with foreign medical developments," Frank replied quietly. "I just don't use them because they're less effective."

Eventually, the blood flowing out of George's chest turned red, and Frank tapped his body twice to seal the bleeding artery.

"Hup!" he bellowed and slammed his palm on the old man's chest.

"Bleurgh!" George coughed out a mouthful of viscous black blood.

"Frank Lawrence!"

"Whippersnapper!"

Everyone in the room had stopped moving since they believed Frank was there to help, not to mention that he was the only person who would do something despite the situation.

Moreover, color was returning to George's cheeks… but Glen was worried once more as his father coughed black blood again.

However, Frank was done playing nice.

Leveling a cool glare between Glen and Kendra, he said icily, "Come on, stop me if you want Mr. Turnbull to die."

"What… Watch it!" Glen snapped, his expression furious.

Frank snorted even as he whipped out a new Ichor Pill and fed it to George, which would keep him alive.

Then, plunging his silver needles deep into Geroge's body, he would stab into each rot earwig and burn them with his pure vigor.

The process continued for thirty minutes, and no one dared to speak at that time.

Even Professor Roberts, who had been observing intently throughout, was gaping and murmuring in awe constantly.

It was obvious that Frank's methods left him thoroughly shocked.

"Done!" Frank exclaimed as he pulled out a needle, tired after focusing so intensely.

He breathed a long sigh before turning toward the gaping Turnbulls and a scowling Titus, saying quietly, "This time, you can see immediately if what I did works. Still, Mr. Turnbull would have been spared this pain if you didn't lie to me about his condition and allowed me to touch him directly."