Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve) novel Chapter 392

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Grandma Margaret sighed, 

“No one has come to chat with us for a long time.” 

“Isn’t Anthony also in the hospital?” 

“Anthony has a broken leg now. He is very self–abased, unwilling to see others and likes to lose his temper. We all think that he is about to jump off the building in depression. Frank and I are going to kill him” 

Grandma Margaret murmured to herself. 

Genevieve’s eyes widened. 

Is it that serious? 

Last time she went there, Anthony secretly said that she was a vicious Daisy! 

She was so energetic that no one could compete with her. 

How could he be so depressed and self–abased that he jumped off a building? 

“Grandma Margaret, are you overthinking it?” 

“Mr. Gen, this is a scandal of the Hoffman family. Don’t let it get out. Grandma Margaret told you as her own person. 

“Do you know why Anthony had a car accident?” 

“I don’t know. Didn’t you say there was a traffic accident?” 

Genevieve’s heart skipped a beat. 

Grandma Margaret sighed softly and felt–distressed, 

“He is a racing driver who won the championship. How could he have an accident? 

Before he drove off, he went to the Lawrence mansion where his mother and lover were moving things from the Hoffman family. He quarreled with them. 

His mother didn’t care about him at all. Now that his mother was pregnant, she only cared about Louis and the baby in her belly, so she wanted to eat meat by stepping on the threshold of the Hoffman family. 

He just didn’t know what to say. 

After you got married, he couldn’t handle the relationship between his mother and daughter–in–law. That was because he still had hope for Quincey as a mother. 

But look, after his father died, his mother showed her true colors without scruples. If it weren’t for his mother, how could he have had a car accident?” 

Grandma Margaret’s words made Genevieve’s chest shake slightly. 

Her heart beat fast, thinking that after she divorced Anthony, Quincey didn’t respect her at all. 

No matter how embarrassed Anthony was, Quincey didn’t care about him. 

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From this point of view, Anthony was really a little pitiful. 

This time, Quincey actually had someone else’s child and even confronted Anthony openly. How could Anthony calm 

down? 

The more he acted indifferent, the more he cared. 

Genevieve suddenly feels that Anthony has become a poor, unwanted child! 

She kept silent for a long time. 

Grandma Margaret couldn’t help but say, 

“Mr. Gen, for the sake of his death, you should persuade him to live one more day, and we can rest assured.” 

Genevieve pursed her lips and felt relieved. 

“I know, Grandma Margaret. I’ll go and persuade him. 

“Okay, I’ll leave it to you. Grandma Margaret is about to take the medicine. Bye!” 

Mrs. Hoffman hung up the phone without giving Genevieve a chance to go back on her words. 

Genevieve: 

Although Genevieve felt that it was inappropriate for her to go there too often, she understood what Grandma Margaret 

meant. 

Quincey was the soft spot in Anthony’s heart. 

His parents will only blindly ask him for his excellence, but no love. 

What Quincey did was a big blow to him! 

With that in mind, Genevieve asked Jasper to go into the private kitchen and pack some of Anthony’s favorite meals. Then she drove them there herself. 

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They arrived at the hospital. 

Strangely, except for the bodyguards outside, there was no one inside. 

Genevieve’s heart skipped a beat. 

Push the door and go in. 

There was no sign of Anthony inside.. 

“Where is she?” 

Genevieve went out and asked. 

The bodyguard pursed his lips and said,/Anthony doesn’t want us to know where he is.” 

Another bodyguard said, 

“I saw Anthony smoking on the rooftop when I went for a walk last time!” 

Genevieve’s heart sank. 

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Thinking of Grandma Margaret’s words, she inevitably had a had feeling. 

“Is he really upset?” she thought. 

Genevieve pursed her lips, immediately put down her things and ran to the rooftop. 

The bodyguard at the door pursed his lips and asked, “Why did Anthony go to the rooftop for a smoke?” 

Another bodyguard said. “No smoking in the hospital. Every time you smoke, it will trigger the fire alarm. Please!” 

Lindsey nodded. “Okay!” 

Genevieve pushed open the iron gate on the rooftop. 

She looked at a man in a wheelchair beside the rooftop, near the railing, with his back to her. 

His arm rested on the handrail beside him, and his sleeve rolled up to his forearm. The blue veins were slender and strong. He held a clearly extinct cigarette in his hand. He didn’t smoke but just let the fire flash. 

He didn’t move. His back was stiff. 

Seeing this. Genevieve’s heart sank. 

She had never seen Anthony so depressed as if he could disappear here anytime and anywhere. 

There was a thick fog in the distance, which could not be dispersed. The visibility was only about 200 meters. 

He’s not sitting here enjoying the traffic, is he? 

He was so fragile as if he could bend down at any time, disappearing under the rooftop and into the thick fog. 

Genevieve’s heart seemed to have a little current through, that kind of with somewhat flustered heart, can not hide. 

She took a deep breath and stepped forward as if nothing had happened. Her footsteps were very light, but she still made a 

sound. 

But Louis didn’t move, as if he was completely immersed in his own world. 

As if he was dead? 

Genevieve pursed her lips and quickened her pace. 

She walked over and watched Louis sitting there with his eyes closed, motionless. 

Genevieve’s heart sank as if he had been soaked in cold water. 

Her eyes instantly turned red, and tears surged out uncontrollably. 

But she didn’t dare to make a sound.