My Super Sassy Dad: Stop Running Away, Mrs. Quinn!

"He’s not just stunned, he’s probably questioning his life right now."

"Should I go out and talk to him? He’s been standing at the door, and it’s quite an eyesore. Thankfully, there are no reporters here. If there were, who knows how they’d spin this story."

"Oh no, oh no," a servant rushed in, "Butler, didn’t you tell me to keep an eye on the man outside? Suddenly, for some reason, he’s kneeling outside the villa."

The butler said, "...Hurry, go out and take a look."

Melody Thorne handed Little Chianna over to a servant and exited the hall, "Jenson Ona, what on earth is it with you? Why are you kneeling at my door? Are you upset that I beat you?"

Ona’s thick lips pressed tightly together, fists clenched, as if making a major decision, "I swore many years ago that if someone could defeat me twice within three days, I’d acknowledge them as my master. Although I didn’t expect it to be a woman, I, Ona, always keep my word. Since you won, you are now my master!"

Melody Thorne: "..."

The butler’s eye twitched, "Gambling King, please, no, my lady never takes on apprentices. It’s best you go back. This matter won’t be spread around."

"How can a man not keep his word?" Ona’s voice was rough, "No matter what, today I must acknowledge Melody Thorne as my master. You can’t stop me; from now on, she’s my master."

"Ona, as the Gambling King, why take this seriously? It’s just that I’ve had good luck these past couple of days. I have no intention of taking on apprentices. Just go, standing here affects the view too much. Don’t scare off the Quinn Family’s guests."

Ona: "..."

He swung his fist and pounded his chest heavily a few times, "I don’t care. You’re the first person to defeat me, and I must have you as my master!"

Melody Thorne pinched the bridge of her nose with some helplessness, pulling Ona’s sleeve with two fingers, "Wanting to take me as your master is your decision, but whether I accept or not is mine. So don’t stand at the main entrance of the villa. I think you’d look quite nice at the corner by the wall."

The butler: "...Pfft."

He couldn’t hold it in; this Gambling King was being lectured by the lady like a child!

Pitiful, truly pitiful and embarrassing.

"Funny?" Melody Thorne cast a cold glance at the butler.

The butler: "No, not funny, not funny at all."

He swore.

"Oh, by the way, ma’am, someone from the military hospital contacted us today. They said you saved someone there before, and now they want to see you. They insist you visit because it seems like that person might not make it."

If the butler hadn’t mentioned it, Melody Thorne would have almost forgotten.

Though a stranger, they shared a bond. She decided to visit since she had some free time.

"I’ll drive over."

"No, ma’am, that person said if you intend to go, dial this number, and they’ll pick you up. They mentioned the person’s high status and want to avoid unnecessary disturbances."

"Such a hassle," Melody Thorne took out her phone and dialed the number the butler provided.

A car quickly arrived and took her through a small entrance to the military hospital, leading her to a ward.

Melody Thorne stood by the side of the bed, looking at the old man who was beyond saving, "Last time, someone told me his injuries were no longer serious. How did it become this severe?"

Standing behind her was Adjutant Chaucer. He hung his head low, "There’s always been someone attempting to assassinate Commander Hawthorne. His injuries were initially stabilized, but due to the negligence of his subordinates, ultimately, it led to this..."