The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Albus might be in stable condition, but his eyes were closed serenely.

When Laura squeezed her way into the ward, she sighed in the end, Frank was too naive and got scammed.

In fact, Brenda was already gloating. "See? What else do you have to say now?! Honor your bet already and pay me that one million, or I'll sue!"

Frank simply smirked. "Patience."

He walked up and placed a hand on Albus' shoulder.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Brenda charged forward, but Jada stopped her.

Then, even before Brenda could get hysterical, Albus suddenly opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, clearly unsure what he was doing there.

"He's awake!"

Everyone was at once surprised and delighted, while Laura was shocked.

That was absolutely impossible, as the data suggested that it would be another two days before the old man recovered, so how did he wake up so soon?!

Still, she soon remembered Frank's look of confidence... Perhaps he was some anonymous miracle worker and treated the old man on the spot?

"Dad!"

Brenda was kneeling by Albus' bed right then and bawling her eyes out.

Jada laughed coolly. "Don't cry just yet. Didn't we have a bet?"

Brenda ignored her and kept talking to the old man. "Dad, these bullies kept insisting that they didn't do this to you and humiliated me! Go on, let everyone know the truth-was this their fault?"

For his part, Albus really knew his daughter and could tell what happened just from what Brenda said.

In fact, he never ate the pulled pork, and his heart attack was certainly not Jada's fault, but which man would not side with their baby girl?

Without hesitation, he lied right away. "I-I remember... I got sick because I ate their pulled pork!"

Brenda sighed in relief and was once on her feet and lecturing everyone. "See?! My father said it's your fault! What do you have to say now?!"

Even Laura had had enough of that crude drama at this point, and she strode up, snapping, "Calm down. We've already checked with medical equipment-your father isn't sick from food poisoning, but he bad a heart attack because he didn't take his meds!"

Brenda was not about to let her hard-won victory be ruined and promptly snapped back, "This is none of your business! You're an ER doctor-you wouldn't know anything about treating patients!"

Frank had enough and strode between Brenda and Laura as he retorted, "Who do you think you are, verbally abusing a doctor?"

"Fine, then I'll verbally abuse you!" Brenda laughed. "My father said it's the fault of your stupid pulled pork. What else do you have to say?"noveldrama

Frank laughed, shaking his head. "Nothing, but remember, there are cameras outside the cottage! Why don't we check the footage and see if he actually ate the pulled pork?"

"Who knows if you doctored it!" Brenad bellowed.

"Well said!" Frank smiled and nodded. "But you see, cameras are plenty advanced these days, especially if they record audio too. There are people who can tell if it has been edited.

"Moreover, it hasn't been that long-a stool test could check if your father actually had eaten the pulled pork. Why don't we test that?"

Brenda certainly would not allow that, since that would just expose her!

"You're trying to kill my dad, aren't you?" she shrieked. "Making him take a test right after he wakes up?! What are you going to do if he dies?! Can you bear the consequences?!"