The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage



Alba then slowly and clearly read the foreign words on the syringe label and soon realized what Dr. Georg was suggesting. "Poison..." He breathed a single word stiffly in despair.

There was no doubt about it-Dr. Georg could not do anything now, aside from giving Megan a quick death.

At least she would die silently without pain with this...

"No!!!"

Suddenly, Isla Wells, Alba's wife, leapt forward, knocking the syringe out of his hands while bawling at him, "Don't do this... There must be other ways to save Megan!"NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

That much was true, but did Alba have any?

Certainly not.

When Frank refused to return to save Megan, he was immediately reminded of how Frank had laughed tauntingly before he left.

"Megan is so lucky to have you as her father. Hahaha..."

"Argh!!!"

Alba screamed as he tore at his own hair, feeling utter regret right then.

In his mind, he was cursing Cara York and his eldest brother endlessly!

Frank would not have been driven away if not for them!

And his daughter would not be reduced to this state of neither living nor dead!

Somehow, he neglected to curse himself, as he was the chief reason why Frank left.

If he had to curse anyone, he should

curse himself for belittling Frank from the start, pretending not.

to

recognize him just to deny him entry

into Quill Manor.

If not for that, would he have incurred Frank's ill will, allowing him to walk away without a care?

If he had not been so keen on chasing Frank away, even calling in his brother to help, would Frank really have gone?

And even when Alba did chase Frank away, Frank had dissed him while trying to warn him one last time.

He just did not care, even spouting foolish things like his daughter not needing Frank's saving.

And now, his daughter was really going to die-not because of anyone, but because of Alba's own actions.

"What misfortune... Oh, Megan! I've killed you... Bleurgh!"

His heart literally breaking from the stress, Alba coughed a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the floor, almost unconscious. "Darling!!!"

"Mr. Quill!"

As Dr. Georg and Isla rushed to Alba's side, none of them noticed that the syringe Isla knocked away had landed right beside Saul's feet.

And while everyone was not watching, Saul slowly picked it up.

Then, he quietly walked toward Megan, who was still convulsing endlessly in anguish.

Meanwhile, Isla had thrown herself

on Alba as she bawled, "Darling! Are you okay? Please get up! You're scaring me... If we lose Megan, and you on top of that, how am lo supposed to live?"

"Mr. Quill, just calm down. Don't worry about anything for now! Take deep breaths, just like what I'm doing. Breathe in, count down from three, and exhale..."

With Isla and Dr. Georg's assistance, Alba finally came to his senses.