Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve) novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50 

Anthony’s face darkened. The look in his eyes was pensive and gloomy. His hand, holding the apple, froze. 

His eyebrows were furrowed, revealing a hint of reluctance. 

Genevieve stared at the two people before her and chuckled. “Can you two do me a favor and discuss this matter outside? The sight of you two is dampening my enthusiasm.” 

Anthony gave her a significant look, pursed his thin lips, and stood up. 

He reached out to tuck Genevieve in and tried to brush her hair, but she turned her face sideways to dodge him. 

She was slightly repulsed by his approach. 

The corner of his mouth stiffened, and he stood up as if nothing had happened. His voice was calm as he spoke. “Wait a minute. I’ll be right back.” 

Although Samson was not Austin’s son, Anthony couldn’t abandon Samson. After all, the latter’s existence might have value in finding the real Samson. 

Looking at the bloodstained dagger in a transparent bag on the table, Rosalie’s eyes flashed and finally revealed a trace of 

nervousness. 

Her mother’s hysterical voice reverberated in her mind. “Destroy the dagger. That’s evidence. If I get caught, you can’t escape!” 

Rosalie thought, ‘I can’t get caught!‘ 

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As soon as Anthony left, Genevieve got out of bed. She merely planned to take a break and didn’t plan to stay in the 

hospital. 

Lydia went over to support her, carefully avoiding her arms. 

Rosalie remained rooted in her spot instead of leaving. She looked at Genevieve expressionlessly. “I heard you encountered danger, Ms. Lawrence. It’s such a pity you only suffered a superficial wound.” 

As soon as she finished speaking, Lydia looked at her and said impolitely, “Do you even know how to engage in a conversation with others? If you don’t, just keep your mouth shut and pretend you’re a mute. You were just pretending like an innocent woman moments ago, so why are you keeping up that pretentious demeanor now?” 

Lydia, a newly graduated intern who hadn’t gained sufficient worldly experience, spoke straightforwardly, yet Genevieve was relieved after listening to the former’s speech. 

Genevieve arched her eyebrows and sneered but didn’t get angry. 

Genevieve knew very well that Rosalie desperately wished she was dead. Eyes filled with a cold look, Genevieve gazed at Rosalie with a half–smile and said, “Rosalie, I hope you can keep up your current demeanor for the rest of your life!” 

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Genevieve thought, ‘You better not beg me for mercy in the future because I will not be softhearted.‘ 

After saying that, Genevieve left the room with Lydia. 

At that time, Genevieve’s phone happened to ring. The call was from Jeffrey, who learned from Jasper that she had been injured and was so worried that he had to call and ask about her condition. 

Genevieve took her phone to the balcony and answered it. 

Not long after, Rosalie also left. 

Anthony came back quickly. 

Jasper had completed the discharge procedures, and Genevieve was also done talking on the phone.. 

The three of them were heading out when they bumped into Anthony. 

Anthony said, “Are you leaving now? I’ll take you home.” 

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He had hoped to persuade her to stay longer, but the coolness of her manner made him take the initiative to yield. 

The hotel conditions were much better than at the hospital, and it would also be more convenient for him to visit her. 

Genevieve glanced at him indifferently. “That won’t be necessary. I have enough people helping me. I wouldn’t dare to trouble you, Mr. Hoffman. I have called the police. The police will be here soon. I suggest you pay more attention to the car 

accident!” 

As she spoke, she was already walking toward the elevator. 

Anthony frowned slightly and went into the ward to take the dagger away for examination. 

However, when he exited the ward, his facial expression was pale and grim. The dagger in his hand had been wiped clean. 

Trying his best to suppress his emotions, Anthony croaked, “Who touched the dagger? The fingerprints on it are ruined…” 

The three people outside the elevator were stunned. 

How could something that had been in the room the whole time have been wiped clean? 

Genevieve’s face was particularly gloomy. She thought, ‘That means the evidence is gone and there is no hope of catching the culprit!‘ 

Lydia suddenly remembered. “That’s right! That woman was in the room for a while before she left: She must have done it!” 

“Rosalie?” Anthony was slightly shocked, not entirely convinced. 

Genevieve stood rooted to her spot, returning to her senses. She thought, ‘Judging by his reaction, he seems to be 

suspecting my subordinates. 

She said indifferently, “If it were the three of us, we wouldn’t have chased after the culprit, wouldn’t we?” 

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Anthony glanced at her with a complicated look in his eyes. 

The veins in his arms bulged, and then he turned and went to Rosalie’s ward. 

Rosalie was drinking water with lingering fear in her chest when she heard the door to her ward being abruptly.and forcefully yanked open. 

She was startled. 

“Anthony?” A hint of nervousness laced her delighted facial expression. 

Anthony threw the dagger on the table and said coldly, “Did you do it?” 

“What? What have I done?” Rosalie quickly calmed down and stood there with an innocent look. 

Anthony’s face was taut and contorted with rage. His voice was frosty as he spoke. “You used alcohol to wipe away the fingerprints on the dagger. There was a surveillance camera in that room. Are you denying your doing?” 

Rosalie’s expression changed visibly. Finally, the corner of her lips twitched as she said as calmly as possible, “I admit it. I did it. The nurse told me that it would be cleaner to sterilize with alcohol. This knife is so dirty, and I just want to help Ms. 

Lawrence clean it.” 

Anthony’s face instantly darkened. His voice was cold as he spoke. “Who told you to do it, and who asked you to meddle? Do you have something to do with that culprit?” 

He stepped closer in Rosalie’s direction, his eyes gleaming with sternness. He gave off an imposing aura. 

Rosalie was so frightened that her face turned pale. She stood rooted to her spot in a daze and shed tears. “What culprit? I was merely helping Ms. Lawrence out of kindness.”