My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489 She Feels Very Sorry For Him Steven stood to the side with his hands behind his back, saying with his gaze lowered, “Not only did Mdm. Isabella knew about this long ago, but she also knew that her inability to bear children was caused by Old Mr. Faulkner. Only by doing so could he bring Mr. Faulkner back for her to raise. That’s why she hates them both so much and is indifferent to Mr. Faulkner, never celebrating his birthday…” He then added, “Back then, Mdm. Isabella had also instigated Mdm. Mavis to attack Mr. Faulkner. She also found someone to plant a bomb in Mr. Samuel’s car. As long as Mr. Faulkner sat in his car, he would also meet his end.” Steven originally thought that Isabella hated Cesar immensely because he did not save his adopted daughter.

However, after he investigated thoroughly and pried out a lot of things from the mouths of the housekeeper who had followed Isabella for years, he realized that things were beyond complicated. Long before Steven finished speaking, Genevieve was already crying. She could not imagine how much indifference the man she loved had experienced in his childhood. Not only did his beloved mother never treat him well, she even plotted to kill him. She truly felt miserable and very sorry for him. Steven looked at Genevieve, who was crying silently, and said after a long while, “Mr. Faulkner is truly exhausted.

Since you chose to leave back then, you shouldn’t have come back. He died for you once. Isn’t that enough?” He paused before continuing, “Please don’t be so selfish, Ms. Rachford. Mr. Faulkner is already thirty-seven years old and no longer young. Many men his age already have children who are in elementary school.” Genevieve wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and looked up at him, “Does he truly like Sylvie?” “What do you think?” Steven responded with another question. Of course, Genevieve had no idea. If she could read Armand’s mind, she would not feel so sad. Genevieve sat there for a long time before placing the photos and other documents back into the folder and returning it to its original spot in the open drawer. She then stood up and approached Steven, saying lightly, “There are some things that I will tell you after Mando has recovered.” Steven furrowed his brows. Just as he was about to speak, she beat him to it. “Steven, when I get the answer I want, I’ll never pester him again. I meant what I said.” “I hope you don’t forget your promise.”

With that, he left the study first. The two returned to that hospital at half-past four in the morning. Genevieve tiptoed into the ward and found Timothy leaning against the chair at the side, dozing with his arms folded. She patted him gently to wake him up and told him to go to the neighboring ward to rest. The man lying on the hospital bed had his eyes tightly closed. His face was bruised in many places, making him a ghastly sight. His left hand had just been moved back into position. Genevieve did not dare to touch it, so she sat by the hospital bed and stared at him in silence. She rested her head on her hands and dozed off. When she woke up, it was bright outside, and it was already past nine in the morning. Genevieve went into the bathroom to wash her face and tie her hair up.

Upon coming out, she noticed that the man lying on the hospital bed was awake and rushed over. “Mando.” She leaned down to look at him. “Do you feel any discomfort anywhere?” When Armand saw her, his eyes narrowed but became indifferent soon after. “No,” he said in a hoarse voice. Genevieve quickly called Timothy over. After giving Armand a thorough checkup, he told her, “Armand is doing fine. However, with the gunshot wound on his back, and the severe injury on his left arm, he needs to lie still and rest. In a few days, when his condition improves, I’ll transfer him to the General Hospital.” Genevieve was relieved upon hearing that. Noticing that Armand’s lips were a little dry and cracked, she dipped a cotton swab in warm water and dabbed his lips. She then placed a straw in a glass of water and brought it to his lips. “Timothy said you can only have a liquid diet at night, so you should drink more water now.” After he drank a few mouthfuls of water to moisten his throat, his voice was not as hoarse as before. “Tell Steven to come over.”

“I told him to go to the company.” Genevieve placed the glass on the table and readjusted the quilt on the man’s body, “I’ll stay here to take care of you during this period of time.” Armand rejected. “That won’t be necessary.” However, Genevieve replied solemnly, “No. I must take care of you here until you’ve recovered and left the hospital. It’s my fault you are injured, so I must take responsibility for it.”