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Frank murmured, "Good men shouldn't die like that."
"Yeah." Vicky sighed, pausing as she remembered something else. "What about Helen? Does she know her mother kidnapped Winter?"
"I don't know." Frank shook his head.
"I see..." Vicky murmured and got up to give him a gentle peck on the forehead, tousling his hair as she said, "As the CEO of Grande Pharma, I'm ordering you to take the week off—after that, you must come to work looking spirited."
"Heh." Frank chuckled bitterly. "Thank you."
"Caring for employees' health is a CEO's responsibility. Anyway, just call me if anything comes up." Vicky smiled at him and started to leave the room.
However, she opened the door to find that Winter had been eavesdropping.
Leveling a cheeky smile at Winter, she asked, "What were you doing?"
Winter blushed right then and quickly threw up her hands. "N-Nothing! I was just going to call you for breakfast. Would you rather I bring the soup to your room, Frank?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe really was a good girl.
Still, Frank got up and shook his head—there was no point in lingering in the past now. "I'll be right
over."
Vicky smiled mischievously at Frank in turn, brushing her fingers over lips as she turned to Winter and
giggled. "I'm skipping breakfast, Winter. I'm full, after all."
"You're full. Oh!"
A little naive, Winter had to think for a while to realize what Vicky was saying.
Flushing up to her ears right then, she turned and fled!
"Oh, you." Frank smiled exasperatedly as he watched Vicky tease Winter and left his room.
Sitting down at the dining table, he asked Winter, "Don't you still have classes today?"
He felt guilty even as he drank the soup Winter cooked while watching her pack her bags.
If he had stayed calm and answered her call, then Winter would never have been taken away by those
fishwives or gotten hurt.
Trevor must have stayed his hand since he was unsure what to do, since said fishwives were from the
Lane family.
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"Uh... D-Don't worry, Frank. Vicky will give me a ride."
Frank was perplexed, but he kept eating even as he wondered while Winter kept her back to him, her
little face not appearing to be particularly pleased.
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Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Phew."
Winter sighed when she was done packing her bag later and turned towards Frank.
"I know it's inappropriate to talk about it, but you shouldn't blame Helen," she said. "I'm sure she wasn't aware."
Frank remained silent while she left with Vicky.
"Helen."
Frank was feeling troubled.
On one hand, he knew that Helen had not gotten over him—she confessed her true feelings when Chaz used the passion needle on her.
On the other hand, Helen was stubborn and only ever believed what she saw. And with Henry's death, there was nothing to prove his innocence, while Helen's family would browbeat her into believing that Frank had defiled Luna.
"What a mess." Frank sighed and shook his head exasperatedly—it was now high time to give up on Helen.
Henry had killed himself exactly because he did not want to get Frank caught in a dilemma because of himself.
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