My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296 Keep Your Mouth Shut

“The Faulkner family thinks the world of a pure bloodline. Naturally, they won’t let anyone with a dirty past be in charge of Faulkner Group instead of them,” Armand said.

Genevieve then scooped a mouthful of oatmeal and shoved it into his mouth before commenting in a cold tone, “We’re no longer under the monarchy system, but they’re still going on about bloodlines? Do they think that Xedells has a king and that they’re the royal family? With their way of thinking, that means they don’t take children of farmers and homeless as humans!”

Armand nearly choked on the oatmeal.

However, when he heard how Genevieve was concerned about him, he smiled. “I have my wife managing the company for me and waiting for me to wake up. Why would I feel upset because of those people?”

Genevieve ignored his sentence before shoving him another mouthful of oatmeal. “Of course, I’d wish that you’d wake up soon. Who wants to take care of you for the rest of my life?”

Armand choked again.

He then swallowed the oatmeal, but the taste that spread in his mouth was a bitter one.

As Armand just woke and could not eat much, Genevieve only fed him half the bowl.

After the meal, Armand told her that she could ask him questions if she had anything she could not understand at work. Indeed, Genevieve had encountered some issues, so she talked to him about a recent project that the company was involved in.

Armand immediately figured out what was the issue and gave Genevieve some guidance. His tips enlightened her.

By the time they were done talking about the project, it was already noon.

Armand did not stop Genevieve from leaving anymore. He only quietly said, “It’s going to be a long time before my sight recovers. Darling, go ahead and do anything you want. I’m no longer related to the Faulkner family.”

The last part of his sentence seemed abrupt, and Genevieve wanted him to elaborate. However, in the end, she never voiced the question.

Less than ten minutes after Genevieve left, Timothy came.

With his hands in his pocket, Timothy stood by the side of the bed and asked, “Oh, Armand. Do you think Genevieve will get extremely mad if she finds out you were faking the coma for the second half of the month?”

“It’s best that you keep your mouth shut.” Armand narrowed his eyes. “Otherwise, it’ll be time for me to order you a coffin.”