J was speechless and turned to check the time. “Well, since you’re here, Mr. Lawrence, I think it’s


    alright for me to leave. I still have something to attend to.”


    Frank nodded but soon stopped her as he remembered something else. “Hold on, Ms. Zimmer.‘


    “Yes?”


    Frank took out the box of ointment. “If you can make time, I’d like you to deliver this.”


    “Deliver? Where to?” J asked as she took the box. “I’ll do it first thing tomorrow morning.”


    “Lane Manor,” Frank replied. “It’s an ointment to remove scars–it’s for Helen’s face.”


    “Why won’t you deliver it yourself?” J asked, looking at him hesitantly.


    Helen was his ex–wife, so would it not be more appropriate if he did it?


    Frank scratched his head. “Things are hostile between me and the Lanes, and Helen’s mother thinks


    that I’m ipetent. But I was thinking they would believe you if you were the one who brought it to


    her.”


    “I see,” J said in realization. “So I don’t have to tell them that it’s yours?”


    Frank nodded. “Just tell them it’s made in Flora Hall.”


    “Alright,” J nodded, thinking to herself right then that the Lanes were so blind they could not even


    see how amazing Frank was.


    “Don’t worry, Mr. Lawrence. I’ll deliver it tomorrow morning,” she assured Frank.


    “Thank you,” Frank told her.


    After J left, Yara walked up to Frank, asking hesitantly, “Mr. Lawrence, are you going to be busy


    tonight?”


    “No, why?”


    “I have something urgent at home,” Yara quickly said. “Would you mind staying with Ms. Turnbull for


    the night?”


    Frank nced hesitantly at Vicky, who was still unconscious, and eventually sald,


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    “Thank you so much…” Yara even bowed at him before hurrying out of Skystream Lodge.


    When Frank returned to the bedroom to find that Vicky was mostly fine, hey down on the couch to


    rest.


    The skies were turning down as time passed, and Frank soon heard a groan.


    Vicky woke up just as expected, shrugging off her nket and scratching her head.


    She was clearly groggy from sleep, and she headed straight to the washroom before Frank could ask


    how she was.


    She sat on the toilet even before she closed the door, leaving Frank feeling awkward right then–should


    he speak up or not?!


    As he turned away, Vicky called out groggily, “Yara, bring me some toilet paper…”


    Silence was her answer, and after a while, Vicky called out again, impatient this time, “Yara? Where are


    you?”


    Frank picked up a roll of toilet paper and slid it inside.


    “Thank you,” Vicky replied politely when she took it.


    “You’re wee.”


    Vicky suddenly snapped awake at her voice, all grogginess gone from her head as she looked up.


    As her eyes met Frank’s for a while, she shrieked in surprise!


    Frank frowned and promptly cupped his ears–her voice had almost shattered his eardrums!


    Vicky sprang to her feet at the same time and pulled up her pants. “What are you doing here?!”