My Flirtacious Husband

“Call…” Genevieve revealed a string of numbers, pressing her nails on the woman’s neck. The latter’s

legs went weak. Immediately, she turned and shot Erica a pleading glance. “G-Genevieve, don’t be

reckless!” Panic-stricken, Erica never expected Genevieve to do such a thing. “You don’t even have a

home now. Who else can you contact for help?” She was Genevieve’s friend for several years, so she

knew very clearly about Genevieve’s social circle. On top of that, she had already bribed Genevieve’s

friends who had a good family background. There’s no way she could get anyone to come to her aid!

“You better… call that number!” Genevieve said that through gritted teeth. Her nails already pierced the

woman’s neck. The latter’s legs trembled in fright with her mouth agape. Erica’s face fell. She was

afraid that the woman would call out her name by accident. Gnashing her teeth, she reluctantly called

the number mentioned by Genevieve. Soon enough, the call got through. “Hello?” Hearing that familiar

voice, Genevieve was on the verge of tears. Gulping down a mouthful of bloody saliva, she mustered

up her strength to say, “I’m Genevieve… Come to the police station… in Yaleview.” As long as she

could get to the hospital to see her grandmother, she would not mind giving up her own life if the man

decided to claim it. Her own dignity paled in comparison to her only kin in the world. In a flash, the

policemen rushed over to the source of the commotion. Nevertheless, the moment they saw that

Genevieve was gripping the other woman’s neck, seemingly intending to perish together with her, the

policemen dared not barge in rashly. Time ticked by. Erica did not see anybody coming. She figured

that Genevieve had to be bluffing, so she wanted to instigate the policemen to subdue Genevieve. Yet,

the next second, a man who was around thirty years old was seen striding toward the detention room in

a hurry. When Genevieve saw that man, a sliver of hope flashed across her eyes. She pleaded pitifully,

“Bail me out… Please! I need to go to the hospital.” Wearing a grim countenance, the man nodded and

spun on his heels very quickly. Within a minute, not only did the man return, but he also brought along

the chief of police. When the man stepped in to help Genevieve out, the chief even asked in a

courteous manner, “Mr. Sullivan, do you need me to arrange for someone to get you two to the

hospital?” “No, it’s fine.” Erica gawked at the man leaving with Genevieve in his arms. She was beyond

astonished. “Chief, Genevieve’s suspected of murder! How could we release her?” she questioned the

chief. “Since we have no concrete evidence, we can’t detain her here any longer.” The chief was rather

impatient as he added, “Just leave if you have nothing else to report!” No words could express Erica’s

rage at that time. Yet, she had no choice but to do his bidding. She knew Cooper was quite close with

the deputy chief of the police station in Jadeborough. Because of that, she could easily arrange for

somebody to deal with Genevieve. Never in a million years would Erica expect that Genevieve could

summon a backer to bail her out of the police station. After arriving at the hospital with Steven,

Genevieve staggered all the way as she dashed toward her grandmother’s ward. Coincidentally, she

bumped into the nurse who had been taking care of her grandmother. The nurse felt sorry for

Genevieve. “Please accept my deepest condolences, Ms. Rachford.” Following that, Genevieve caught

a glimpse of the hospital bed behind the nurse. The patient lying in that bed had been covered by a

sheet of white cloth from head to toe. At that juncture, her blood ran cold, and her whole body froze. A

suffocating sensation overcame her. “G-Grandma?” With a stiff gait, she limped toward the hospital bed

and raised her quivering hand. “I-I’m sorry… that I took so long to get here… I’m Vivi…” She struggled

hard to spit the words out as she called out to her grandmother. Alas, she would never receive a

response. Lifting up the white cloth, she saw her grandmother’s cold, pale face. Her knees became

feeble, and she kneeled down on the spot. Letting out an agonizing scream, she began to cry her lungs

out. “Grandma…” Winifred had been her sole motivation to keep moving forward in life. However, even

her only family was gone forever. At that moment, she felt aggrieved. If she had ditched that so-called

dignity of hers the other day and followed Steven to the mansion, she would not have been tricked by

Cooper and sent to jail. Her grandmother would have been alive. Genevieve hugged her grandmother’s

body all day and night, crying her heart out till she had no more tears left to cry. The day when Winifred

was buried, the sky above Jadeborough turned as gloomy as ever. It was drizzling. Being absent-

minded, Genevieve watched the workers handling the ashes of her grandmother’s remains. Even after

everyone had left, she was still standing in front of her grandmother’s grave, drenching herself wet in

the rain. From that moment onward, she knew she would be all on her own. After Winifred’s funeral,

Genevieve followed Steven and returned to Swallow Garden. Locking herself up in the room for three

days, she did not even touch any food that was served to her at the door. Steven feared that something

bad might happen if Genevieve continued to be like that. Hence, he called Armand directly. That very

night, Armand came to the mansion. He used the spare key to unlock the door and entered the room,

only to find that every window and any hole that could transmit light had been covered. It was pitch

black. Then, he could hear the intermittent murmurs of a woman, who was seemingly crying in her

sleep. “Mom, I’m so scared… Take me with you all, please…” Armand made his way toward the night

lamp and turn it on. A woman all huddled up in bed instantly came into sight. It had only been a few

days, but Genevieve was all skin and bone. Her slender fingers gripped the bedsheet with all her might.

They were so thin that the veins popped up all over the back of her hands. Worst still, utter despair was

written all over her already pale face. Traces of her tears were evident on her cheeks. If this woman still

doesn’t fill her stomach, she might not even wake up tomorrow!