The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 952

Frank saw no harm in making the trip.

He did not have anything else on his plate at the moment. All he was doing was waiting for Ciaran Zobel to make contact, and she would not be doing so anytime soon.

Most importantly… Frank could hear the quiet footsteps shuffling toward his room.

Naturally, it was none other than Kat.

And with Helen staying in the next room at the moment, what else could happen if Helen caught them?

Pausing for a moment, Frank then leapt to his feet, teasing Abel, "You know you'll need to pay a consultation fee if you ask me to make a trip like that, Mr. Loggins."

"No problem!" Abel assured him—he was more concerned that Frank would say no.

Not only was Frank's abilities as a healer profound, but Abel had to bother him on two occasions already.

It was almost common for the best in any business to develop eccentricities, and asking too many favors like Abel had would upset them soon enough. If they were short-tempered, they would be snapping at him already.

Anything could happen, and he still would not dare to say a word.

Moreover, his patient today was exceedingly important—Abel really would not have come to bother Frank otherwise.

However, it was clear that he had been paranoid—Frank proved far more agreeable than Abel had imagined, which reminded Abel of a certain line he read in a traditional Draconian medicine text: May the bottles on the shelf gather dust, lest there be maladies left in this world.

Abel looked around at his apothecary, which was a lot grander than necessary, and felt a pang of guilt just then.