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“Do you want me to go upstairs to apologize to her?” asked Genevieve in a soft voice as she propped
herself up from the couch with her head raised while looking at Armand. It wasn’t until then that he
noticed that her face was extremely pale. There was also a hint of agony in her expression because of
the pain. Frowning, he released her immediately. When he turned to go back upstairs, he demanded
the housekeeper coldly, “Call for a doctor!” “Understood.” Knowing that Timothy wouldn’t be able to
come downstairs while busy taking care of Marilyn, the housekeeper reached for the landline again, but
Genevieve held her hand down. “That won’t be necessary.” “But Mdm. Genevieve, your legs…” The
housekeeper glanced at the drenched hem of Genevieve’s dress before saying in worry, “Those burns
will leave scars if we don’t tend to them in time…” Ignoring the housekeeper, Genevieve took out her
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtphone and dialed a number. After around ten or so minutes, Patrick arrived at the Faulkner residence.
He was surprised when he saw Genevieve’s pale face when he entered the living room. “What
happened to you, Genev?” Instead of replying to him, she stood up from the couch while gritting her
teeth. “Come help me up.” After Patrick moved closer, she leaned against his arm before tentatively
taking a step. The excruciating pain in her legs made her face contort with agony. “You should stop,
Mdm. Genevieve.” The housekeeper could sense her pain just by looking at her. “I’ll call a doctor.”
Forcing herself, Genevieve took two more steps to get accustomed to the pain before turning around to
instruct the housekeeper, “Inform Old Mrs. Faulkner when she returns that I’ll dine with her another
day.” “Mdm. Genevieve…” Even though the housekeeper wanted to say something, Genevieve left with
Patrick physically supporting her. It took her all of her strength just to walk out of the house. No longer
able to hold herself up, she almost collapsed as her legs shivered. Frowning, Patrick caught her in
time. “Genev, are your legs hurt?” He saw the bucket beside the couch as soon as he entered the
house. Judging from the housekeeper’s tone of voice, Genevieve seemed to have suffered a grave
injury, but he couldn’t check on her condition. She refused to reply while struggling to walk with her
head hung low. Due to exertion, the veins on the back of her hand popped up. Seeing that she wasn’t
about to reply to him, Patrick braced himself before leaning over to reach his arms underneath her legs
and lift her. The moment his arm came into contact with her legs, she gasped while clutching onto his
shirt tightly. She buried her face in his chest as she shuddered. “Hang in there. I’m taking you to the
hospital.” Patrick carried her while hurrying to the car. Soon, he felt a warm liquid seeping through his
shirt and landing on his chest, causing him to stop in his tracks for a moment. He knew Genevieve was
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcrying. Upon reaching the car, Patrick opened the backdoor with one hand before gently laying
Genevieve down on the seat. Then, he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove the car out of the
Faulkner residence. Patrick called the hospital as he drove, informing them that he had a patient who
got scalded. Upon hearing that, Genevieve said while enduring the pain, “I’m not going to the hospital.”
“This won’t do. I heard the housekeeper mention that your injuries are serious. Let’s get it checked at
the hospital first,” Patrick objected. “No. We’re going to Regality Gardens.” There was an aloof and
stubborn look on Genevieve’s small, pale face. “Otherwise, stop the car by the road and let me out!”
Patrick didn’t respond to that. “Patrick!” Genevieve raised her voice. “I! Am! Not! Going! To! The!
Hospital!” She abhorred the smell of disinfectant in hospitals, which would also remind her of the past
that she wished to forget. “All right. We won’t go to the hospital.” Seeing that she was, indeed, angry,
Patrick coerced her with nice words while making a U-turn at the traffic lights to head to Regality
Gardens as per her request. He looked at her from the rearview mirror, noting that she was texting
someone on her phone.