Frank nodded. “Well, that’s decided.”
“Wait…” Noel suddenly said hesitantly.
“Yes? Are there any issues like the Soranos?” Frank raised a brow and said confidently, “Don’t worry. They aren’t a threat.”
“No, of course I’m not worried with you around, Mr. Lawrence.” Noel laughed. “What concerns me is that they’ll be taking their entrance exams soon, right?”
“Oh…”
While the other Spades were not affected, Kat was grimacing guiltily—clearly the underachiever in the group.
–
After The Spades agreed to a deal with Lycoris Entertainment, everyone headed home.
And when Frank and Kat returned to the cottage, Kat immediately returned to her room this time, not bothering Frank throughout the night.
After a night of peace, Frank was training the next morning when he received a call from Ned Janko.
“Abel Loggins? Why would he be asking for me?”
It turned out that Abel was asking for Frank but had to contact him through the Jankos since he did not have Frank’s number.
Frank agreed to let him have it, and soon, Abel’s call arrived.
“Master Lawrence…”
Frank almost flinched from the man’s endlessly respectful tone. “Just Mr. Lawrence is fine—you don’t have to be so formal.”
“Oh… Mr. Lawrence, can you come to Turnbull House right now?” Abel asked urgently. “There’s a situation here…”
Frank frowned, immediately nervous. “Turnbull House?! What happened there?!”
“It’s George Turnbull—the present head of the family Glen Turnbull’s father” Abel replied. “He’s ill…”
Frank breathed a sigh of relief that it was not Vicky, his tone turning calm. “What about him?”
“He started feeling sick yesterday and coughed a mouthful of black blood this morning along with many tiny maggots,” Abel explained. “I can’t diagnose him at all… That’s why I’m consulting you.”
“Tiny maggots, black blood? Frank rubbed his chin and frowned. “That sounds like a bug from the South Sea… Only the vile elements would cultivate such arts. Who on earth did the Turnbulls mess with?”
“You really are knowledgeable, Mr. Lawrence!” Abel could not help exclaiming over the phone, though his tone soon turned awkward again. “May I ask if you have a cure?”
“It’s difficult, but not impossible.” Frank nodded confidently, but he soon chuckled as he remembered something else. “If the Turnbulls want my help, have them come to my doorstep or I’m staying out of this.”
With that, he hung up.
“Huh? Mr. Lawrence? Mr. Lawrence?!” Abel exclaimed, but soon sighed exasperatedly as she stared at the screen, showing that their call had been disconnected.
He was suddenly left wondering if Frank had beef with the Turnbulls too.
The Turnbulls happened to be crowding around Abel, with the current family head Glen asking eagerly, “How did it go? Is your mentor going to come and treat my father?”
