My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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Chapter 217 The Secret Died With Him

Armand’s heart went numb again. He crushed the can of beer in his hand again and said hoarsely, “Help

her recover as soon as possible with the best treatment you have here.”

Timothy chuckled. “The damage that a miscarriage does to a body is irreversible. Medicine or treatment

won’t change a thing. You should be thankful that she only suffered a little blood loss and didn’t bleed

profusely. If she had, not even the gods could have saved her.”

Here, he paused and asked in confusion, “Why did you go to all those lengths? You could have just

gotten some blood from her. Why did you have to make things so complicated?”

He gulped down two mouthfuls of beer and smirked at the thought of something.

“Is it because Marilyn betrayed you and went off with Samuel? You resented her so much that you

married Genevieve to get revenge on her? You wanted to get revenge, but at the same time, you just

couldn’t let her go, right?”

Armand looked down and said plainly, “No.”

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“Then tell me why exactly you had to marry Genevieve,” Timothy said with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t even

think of lying to me. I know that you were prepared to only pretend to marry the last two socialites who

wanted to marry you, and yet you and Genevieve actually got your marriage certificate. Why do you have

to protect someone as evil as Marilyn? Why must you go to the extent of asking me to protect the baby in

her stomach?”

“All you have to do is follow whatever I say,” Armand said as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes grim.

Timothy scoffed, “So I’m your friend only when you need something from me? Now that I’m asking you

something, I’m a stranger, am I? If you don’t say anything, I’m going to assume that you still have

feelings for Marilyn!”

Armand sat there in silence.

A long time later, he took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on something before showing it to

Timothy.

“You wanted to know why, right? Look.”

Timothy looked down at the picture on the screen.

What is that?

When he saw the words in the picture, he looked up at Armand in shock.

The latter sat there expressionlessly, and when he spoke, it was with barely any emotion in his tone.

“Samuel knew everything at that time, and yet he chose to die for me. Before he died, he told me to take

care of Marilyn and her child. So no matter what she does, I can’t lay a finger on her. And more

importantly, I have to make sure her child is born safely.”

Armand had never told Timothy anything before, and he had always gone along with everything that

Marilyn had done. Even if Marilyn had killed someone, he would get rid of the evidence for her.

That was why Timothy had always been under the impression that Armand still had feelings for Marilyn

after their thirteen years together.

Only now did he know that Armand had been carrying so much on his back.

“You don’t have to shoulder this all alone,” Timothy said. “Samuel is dead now. The secret died with him.”

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“He told me those things before he died. He must have known everything much earlier before and could

have left something behind.” Armand crushed the can in his hand. “He could have even left a clue or

something.”

After saying that, Armand tapped the table. “Get me two more cans of beer.”

“This is an office! It’s already good enough that I have a few cans in here,” Timothy said as he rolled his

eyes and passed him the can he was originally holding. “There’s more than half in here. Want it?”

Armand gave him a disgusted look and pulled his hand back. “Who the hell wants to drink your saliva?”

“You used to drink out of my bottle back when we were students! Stop acting all pure and untainted,”

Timothy said with disdain. He lifted his can and drank a mouthful.

Weirdly enough, the alcohol seemed to have wakened Timothy up.

He frowned and said, “Wait. But all of that has nothing to do with marrying Genevieve. Why did you drag

her into this?”

“I have a lot of stuff to do back at the company. I’ll be going now. Take good care of her for me,” Armand

said, ignoring Timothy’s question.

He stood up and left right after saying that.

Timothy looked at the closed office door. He was utterly confused.

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