“What?! I…” Helen did a double take.

However, from Kat’s point of view from the door, the way Helen had both hands on Frank’s groin while Frank was holding on to his pants for dear life did not leave much room for imagination. Kat slowly backed out of Frank’s ward as her expression stiffened. “I-I’ll come back later.”

Helen’s cheeks flushed as she saw that Kat had clearly misunderstood, and she glared at Frank. “It’s all your fault!”

“My fault?!” Frank was speechless.

Would Kat have misunderstood anything if Helen had not been reaching for his pants to check?

Even Helen realized that she had no cause to act that way, and that Vicky was just messing around, claiming that Frank was impotent or whatnot.

And remembering what she did, she flushed up to her ears, suddenly forgetting why she was so bold a moment ago.