The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 1761

Frank never told anyone when he left.

However, Madfist was already waiting downstairs at the hospital like a prophet, standing beside an inconspicuous Audi parked by the curb.

Frank stared at him blankly for a moment but soon came to his senses. He moved to ride shotgun, still holding the wooden box containing the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom.

"Bralog's Droitner Building, I take it?" Madfist asked bluntly and started the car after seeing Frank nod.

As he drove, he snuck a look at Frank beside him as he said quietly, "I know what you're going to ask, and I promise to answer your questions. First of all, I can assure you that Horey Lindt is dead."

Frank's scowl eased at his words. "She's—"

"My adopted daughter," Madfist answered calmly before Frank could finish. "A good friend entrusted her to my care before he died… the girl was not even ten years old at the time."

Madfist's expression seemed to soften even as he recounted the story, but he eventually shook his head. "But she was obsessed with avenging her father—unsurprisingly, she assumed a blasphemous path, and though I caught on, she had me framed for a crime I did not commit.

"That's how I ended up in Blackwater prison… But I guess that's how things were meant to be."

Pausing, Madfish flashed a silent smile as he continued. "I did not think that I'd run into her so soon after I got out… and this time, I didn't hold back."

Frank could hear Madfist's voice turning hoarse as he finished, and it was clear that Madfist had struggled hard to make that choice.

As such, Frank did not press the issue, instead changing the subject. "What's that blasphemous path you speak of?"

"Heh." Madfist chuckled. "It's an old but depraved derivation of geomantics—by having a living person and corpse share a body. That's what Horey had planned to do: to use the hellspawn in her belly to fundamentally alter her own physique into something inhuman.