My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415 If You Love Me
Genevieve couldn’t tamp down her disgust anymore. She proceeded to puke out everything she ate earlier. Some of her vomit splattered on Jack’s pants.
Her stomach was empty by the time she was done.
Jack hurriedly poured her a glass of water so she could gargle her mouth. “I forgot you’re pregnant and can’t listen to gory stuff. I’ll keep that in mind next time.”
He then went out and summoned the cleaner to clear the mess up.
After the cleaner left, Jack’s men showed up with another bowl of chicken oatmeal.
Jack wanted to feed her, but she refused to part her lips. “The doctor drew your blood last night for a blood test. Your blood sugar is low, and it might affect the children’s growth. Do you want to lose them?”
After a few seconds of stalemate, Genevieve took the bowl from him and said hoarsely, “I’ll eat it myself.”
Tamping down her discomfort, she ate the oatmeal slowly.
Jack suffered from broken ribs, and his chest was bandaged. His entire body was aching by now.
Thus, he leaned back in his chair to rest.
Resting his chin on his palm, he said, “There is one more person left. After dealing with that person, I’ll leave everything to my subordinates so we can go back to Dartan. How does that sound?”
Genevieve focused on her food and didn’t respond to him.
In the Faulkner residence, no one knew that Cesar’s second wife, Isabella, would die days after Mavis was buried.
Armand was so busy dealing with those matters that he didn’t even have time to go to the hospital.
Isabella’s death took him by surprise.
During Mavis’ funeral, he had talked to Isabella briefly and asked to meet her at Christmas so they could talk about his biological mother. Isabella had agreed to his request readily.
He had just sent Genevieve to the hospital when he received news that Isabella had slit her wrist at her house.
Steven came into the study only to see Armand wearing a grim expression. He felt his scalp tingle at the terrifying sight.
Offering Armand a file, he said, “I sent someone to search Mdm. Rudler’s room. We pried open the floor underneath her bed and found these.”
Armand opened the file. There were a few worn-out papers and photos inside.
Isabella seemed to be in her twenties in the photos. Someone had taken photos of her leaving the hospital with a baby.
The worn-out papers were the birth record of the baby girl.
There was something else in the file, so he poured it out and discovered that it was a small flash drive.
Armand’s gaze darkened. He got his laptop and stuck the flash drive into his laptop. There was only one audio recording inside, and he clicked into it.
Soon, Isabella’s voice rang out. She seemed to be arguing with a man.
“Cesar, did you tell the driver to drive slowly and cause Ellen to die in the car?” she screamed.
“She has pneumonia, so it is torturing for her to remain alive.”
“It’s just pneumonia, not an incurable disease! Cesar, how could you do this to her?” Isabella’s voice was trembling. “She’s your daughter!”
Cesar said indifferently, “I have more than enough daughters. I don’t need you to get another one elsewhere.”
Isabella howled at him furiously, “You brought Armand back so I can bring him up! Why did you dote on Armand but refuse to let a one-year-old girl live? I can’t give birth to children. Is it wrong to wish to have more children?”
“If you want a child, my brothers have plenty of them. I can ask them to give you one,” came Cesar’s icy answer.
Isabella gave him a slap out of fury.
“You brought Armand back, but you love him more than Sam and the rest. Is he your son with another woman?” she demanded.
Cesar fell silent for some time before responding, “You have Armand, and that’s enough. When I die, the Faulkner family belongs to you and Armand.”
“You refuse to spill anything, huh? So that means you’re admitting it.” Isabella let out a bitter laugh. “My aunt introduced me to a few men, but I told her I wanted to marry you. I knew you were married to Mavis, but I thought I was fine with it as long as you could love me.”
She added bitterly, “How could you make me bring up your son who was given birth by another woman? You also killed the child I brought back home. You never loved Mavis, me, and the others, right? Cesar Faulkner, you’re a monster! Just you wait. Retribution will be brought upon you and your son!”
Her voice was laced with hatred.