Helen kept sobbing, "I regret it so much I could die... I shouldn't have listened to my mother... I'm begging you, Frank. Just forgive me."

Frank's knuckles eased.

She was an ice queen and girlboss, but Helen finally confessed her true feelings.

Still, Frank soon remembered Chaz and looked up at him icily. "Weren't you bragging about Helen's happiness?"

"Bitch." Chaz swore under his breath as he gritted his teeth.

The acupuncture technique he learned from the Southdam healer revealed a person's strongest desire. He just did not expect Helen to keep chanting Frank's name when he used it on her!

He was certainly indignant—the entire family hated Frank, so why was Helen so obsessed over him?

Despite his grievance, he kept laughing, even pointing at Frank. "Hehe. You'd better stay out of my

business and put her down, and I just might let you live."

"What, you can't bear hearing a woman calling another man's name?" Frank retorted, his death aura

gradually swirling.

"I don't care," Chaz said with a shrug. "I only want her body. I don't care who she loves or who she

feels guilt for."

"Bastard!" Frank bellowed.

His cry caused Helen to flinch in his arms, and her mind cleared up as well.

"Frank? What are you doing here.?" She looked up at Frank, puzzled.

Seeing that she had recovered, Frank released her and pointed at Chaz as he growled icily, "He used

passion acupuncture on you and tried to have his way with you." This is property © .

"Chaz?"

Chaz froze as Helen turned in shock at him, though he soon made an innocent face. "My hands are

clean! I was just performing acupuncture when you passed out in exhaustion, but he barged in, yelling

at me and even molesting you against your will."

Frank could laugh even as Chaz continued to distort the truth. "It's obvious—your ex-husband is so petty! I saved him, and not only did he refuse to thank me, but he even threatened to attack me while questioning our relationship. What does a successful woman like you see in him?"

As Chaz made a look of disappointment, Helen wheeled on Frank, looking him in the eye and demanding somberly, "Was what Chaz said true?"

Frank could feel his heart turning cold, but he also remembered her pleading to him so vulnerably before.

Relenting, he shook his head. "He's lying."

"Alright." Helen's memory was still a blur, and she was silent for a while before looking up at him again. "I trust you this time, Frank. But it's no lie that Chaz saved you before, don't you think? I was there when he asked Burt Yorkman to free you, and you were soon released—or are you saying that's a lie too?"

Frank snorted at her stubbornness, glaring at Chaz as he sneered. "Really? When did I ever need his saving?"