My Husband Is A Gary Stu novel Chapter 957

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Chapter 957

Genevieve felt as though she was about to suffocate. Her heart squeezed as she stared at the scar on her wrist. Within seconds, tears began streaming down her face.

Tracing her cheeks, the tears trickled off her chin and fell onto her wrist.

Cooper was afraid that her healing wound would be infected. He quickly pulled her arm away, disinfect her wound, and bandaged her wrist once again.

Wiping the tears away from Genevieve's face with his fingers, he scolded her amidst the heartache. “When you were committing suicide, did Lucian cross your mind? You still have a child. What will happen to Lucian if you die?”

“Mandy's gone...” A lump formed in Genevieve's throat. “I didn't take good care of her. I'm not fit to be a mother...”

She had willingly made a deal with Harry to kill Charice so that Amanda would live. However, now that she had blood on her hands, Amanda had still passed away.

“Mandy died because of high fever and bleeding in her lungs. Her death has nothing to do with you,” Cooper comforted her. “Lucian still has no idea about Mandy's death. Genev, you need to pull through. Lucian has lost her sister, and he's still young. What will he do if he loses you too?”

Despite his mature and calm attitude, Lucian was only five years old.

He still needed his mother.

However, whenever she remembered Amanda's breathless body and ice-cold skin, she felt as though knives had pierced her heart. Genevieve collapsed into Cooper's embrace and sobbed mournfully.

Cooper's heart clenched. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end, he merely pursed his lips in silence.

After her tears dried up, Genevieve felt a little better. Cooper handed her a towel to clean her face before feeding her some warm vegetable stew spoonful by spoonful.

Once she was done eating, Genevieve tried to get out of bed. “I'll go back to see Lucian.”

“Lucian is in Johanna's house. He's doing fine.” Cooper pushed her back onto the bed. “You're not feeling well right now. The wound on your wrist has not healed yet either. I think it's best if you go tomorrow.”

Genevieve touched her face gently. She imagined she must look exhausted and might even frighten Lucian by her appearance if she were to see him like that.