The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 888

As Glen reared his chin at Frank hostilely, Titus strode up.

"Wait, Mr. Turnbull." He chuckled coolly. "Frank Lawrence can wait, now that Professor Roberts has seen how pointless Draconia traditional medicine is. Time to show Mr. Lawrence what proper experts can do—it won't be too late to kill him after."

That was exactly what he wanted—to beat Frank physically and psychologically, just to wipe that smug grin off his face and make him kneel before him.

"Are you done talking?" Professor Roberts asked, already impatient.

"Yeah." Glen nodded. "Please help my father."

Kendra snorted coolly. "See? The professor isn't making excuses for his failure, unlike that whippersnapper."

At the same time, the Turnbulls and Lionhearts' retainers encircled Frank and did nothing else, since Glen would not go against Titus when he wanted the Lionhearts' help.

Having had his orders, Professor Roberts opened his briefcase. Pulling a green tube from a cold storage case, he inserted it into a syringe while saying, "Thanks to the medical records the hospital provided, I've prepared three syringes of antidote on my way here."

Frank remained silent, his eyes fixed on George's face.

Titus was satisfied, presuming that Frank had accepted defeat and would not say a word now.

Everyone waited for Professor Roberts' serum to work, and George suddenly opened his eyes, actually waking up right then.

What they did not expect was for him to suddenly sit up and breathe a blood-curdling scream, clawing at his own throat as he threw up a mouthful of pungent black blood!