Chapter 12
A hint of displeasure erupted within Armand‘s heart. He picked up the bowl of oatmeal that he had brought in earlier and drank a mouthful of it. Then, he leaned over to the woman and locked his lips on hers. Forcing open her mouth with his, he fed her the
oatmeal through her teeth and down her throat.
Perhaps Genevieve was too famished that she instinctively swallowed the oatmeal even in her slumber.
Just like that, she was fed one mouth after another. In a matter of minutes, her stomach was filled with that bowl of oatmeal. Armand‘s bunched–up brows also relaxed on that
note.
He tried to withdraw his hand from the back of Genevieve‘s neck, yet she clenched his hand and placed his palm on her cheek.
Mom… muttered Genevieve. It was as if she had found someone to rely on. Her warm tears soon wetted the man‘s hand. “I missed you so much... Bring me along with you.”
Hanging his head low, Armand watched the woman quietly with an impassive gaze. “Genevieve, only you can save yourself.”
He forcefully retracted his hand and left the room.
In Genevieve‘s dream, she saw her long–gone parents. They came back to her just to reproach her for falling head over heels for Cooper and letting him swindle her out of their company.
Their interrogation overwhelmed and hurt her so much that she could not even breathe. Sobbing miserably, she pleaded with them to take her with them.
While she was in a daze, she heard someone telling her in her ear that only she could save herself.
Her eyelids snapped open out of the blue, and all she could see was the white ceiling,
Winifred could have been fine. It was Erica who had gone to the hospital and told Winifred that her only granddaughter was a murderer. That was how Winifred got agitated and kicked the bucket.
Genevieve vowed to reclaim Specter Corporation and avenge her parents. Cooper Sutton! Erica Hall! They must pay with their blood!
Her leary eyes became ice–cold and resolute. Grabbing her dress from the chair, she changed her clothes and stepped out of the bedroom.
After she went downstairs, she saw a man sitting in the dining room.
He was clad in a light gray vest and shirt, appearing to have just gotten off from work. Putting on an indifferent look, he was enjoying his dinner while listening to Steven‘s report.
“Ms. Rachford,” Steven first noticed Genevieve and flashed a faint grin. “Are you feeling better?”
Genevieve nodded. “How long have I been asleep?”
“A week.”
“That long?” Genevieve was taken aback.
Even so, she was baffled, for she was not starving at all despite the long, deep sleep.
The housekeeper headed into the kitchen to fetch a plate and a set of cutlery before placing them right in front of Genevieve.
Genevieve sneaked a peek at the man sitting opposite her. She wanted to get something out of her mind, but seeing that Steven was reporting some matters to him, she lowered her head and took her meal in silence.
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