My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237 They Must Have Gotten Into A Fight

After watching Armand leave the house, the servant went back to bed.

The next morning, she did not see the leather shoes the man usually wore or his coat on the hanger. Hence, she assumed that he had been out the entire night.

Genevieve simply gave an indifferent laugh when she heard the housekeeper. “He probably had something important to tend to.”

However, the servant was not convinced, for that was not what it looked like based on the expression she saw on Armand. The man looked like he was mad. Could they have gotten into a fight in the bedroom?

The housekeeper had her assumptions but dared not gossip about them.

After breakfast, Genevieve sent Steven a message to ask about the cemetery’s location, and when she got it, her eyes immediately welled up because that was also where her parents and grandmother were buried.

Genevieve went to a dessert shop to get two boxes of cream puffs before making her way to the cemetery.

Since she had been there twice, she knew of a shortcut to get there and did not have to rely on her phone.

After parking her car, Genevieve walked up the stairs with the dessert in her hand and soon saw Steven, who was standing in front of a tombstone with his back to her.

Beside the man were several staff members of the funeral service company keeping busy under a large black umbrella.

Steven usually kept his back straight, so he looked somewhat despondent with it slightly arched now.

Genevieve walked toward Steven slowly until she finally reached the man’s side.

Steven was holding an urn covered with red cloth as he spoke to Genevieve, his eyes downcast. “Patrick had always been a smart kid. It doesn’t matter if it’s a contest on hacking or sniping skills because he’d always come out on top. The Ministry of National Security wanted to recruit him before he even graduated from military school, but I didn’t let him go.”

The man paused briefly before continuing, “I was born in a slum in Xedells, where I spent most of my childhood starving and seeking shelter. My father was killed in a car accident, and the culprit just drove off. The guy was never brought to justice. My mother basically had to raise me on her own, and when she was diagnosed with gastric cancer, we lost our house. No bank was willing to give us a loan.”

Back then, Steven was desperate to get money to treat his sick mother. He had to fight for a job at the docks and even steal from an arcade.