My Husband Is A Gary Stu

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I thought he said he would take care of his nephew? The nurse has asked three times, but it seems like

he has suddenly gone deaf and mute! Hearing no response from Peter and the rest, Genevieve

answered hoarsely, “None of us is type A. Please check the blood bank.”

“Whoever has type A blood, please get in there and donate your blood! Dr. Jensen is about to go mad

with worry!” The nurse then ran along the corridor and shouted at her colleagues, “Please hurry up and

check the blood bank! Find out how many bags of type A blood we have. The patient in operating room

number eight needs it!”

“A victim of a car accident came in this afternoon, and he needed type A blood as well! We gave all the

type A blood to that man, so we have none left,” someone answered.

“Hurry up and think of something! We don’t have time to waste!”

When Peter and the rest heard the conversation between the nurses, none of them even flinched. At the

same time, Samantha had a mischievous look in her eyes, as if she was watching on in amusement.

Genevieve, on the other hand, felt cold to the bones. Brain hemorrhage is the worst form of internal

bleeding! If he doesn’t get a blood supply soon, he’s doomed.

Glancing at Peter, she buried her nails deep inside her palms to stay calm. After that, she turned toward

Steven and asked for his phone.

“Steven.” Genevieve enunciated every word clearly and firmly when she said, “Stay here. Don’t leave!”

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In response, Steven nodded solemnly.

Genevieve took the phone and ran toward the emergency department.

There were doctors all day long in the emergency department, and there were always patients coming in

and out.

When Genevieve arrived in the emergency department, she glanced at the people in the waiting area

and shouted, “Is there anyone here who’s healthy and has type A blood? My husband is in the operating

room, and his life is at risk! I’ll pay three hundred thousand for every three hundred milliliters! I’ll even

pay before you donate!”

Three hundred thousand for every three hundred milliliters? A greedy light entered the eyes of everyone

there.

A man in the waiting area stood up immediately and raised his hand. “Me! I’m type A!”

“So am I!”

Soon, another two people stood up.

Genevieve merely posed a few questions to see if they had any underlying health issues. Once they

were cleared, she transferred the money on the spot.

She was so fast that when she brought those few people to the operating room, the nurse was still busy

asking her colleagues to look for candidates.

The entire process took no more than two minutes.

Samantha was surprised by Genevieve’s efficiency.

Her gaze darkened when she watched them close the doors to the operating room. “Genevieve, not only

did Armand marry you to satisfy Old Mrs. Faulkner, but he also did it for Marilyn. It’s all because you

have a rare type of blood like Marilyn. Ha! You’re like a personal blood bank! That’s very generous of

you.”

“I know. Mando told me this before.” Genevieve smiled. “Well, I just need to donate blood, so why not? If

I were to receive a call from a hospital saying that they need my blood, I would go over in a heartbeat. I

believe in good karma.”

“Did you manage to keep your sons’ lives after you gave Marilyn your blood, though?” Samantha’s words

were like daggers that stabbed into Genevieve’s heart.

Upon hearing that, Genevieve maintained her smile and answered, “My fate with my sons and I ended

there. However, both Mando and I are still young, so we can have a few more babies in the future.”

Samantha was stumped.

“By the way, Ms. Samantha.” Genevieve seemed to have remembered something. She shifted her gaze

toward Samantha and uttered, “Please call Marilyn, will you? Since even you guys have come all the

way here for Mando, I think Marilyn, as his ex-girlfriend, should be here as well.”

Samantha’s gaze darkened at once, and she chuckled coldly. “You’re quite something, aren’t you,

Genevieve?”

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In response, Genevieve smiled and turned toward the operating room.

Ever since Steven came to work by Armand’s side, he had had more than his fair share of interactions

with Samantha. Hence, he knew how hard it was to handle her, and he had never seen someone getting

one up on her.

That day, however, he couldn’t help but smile a little when he saw the frustrated expression on

Samantha’s face.

After that, neither party spoke another word as they waited outside the operating room.

They were there till dawn, and the sunlight illuminated the corridor through the windows.

Finally, after more than five hours, the doors to the operating room opened, and a doctor dressed in a

surgical gown walked out.

Behind him, Timothy walked out of the operating room wearing the same surgical gown.

At that moment, his eyes were bloodshot. When he took off his surgical mask and looked at Genevieve,

his expression was grim.

Genevieve’s heart sank when she saw the look on his face. Something’s wrong.

Peter stepped forward and asked the doctor standing beside Timothy, “Doctor, how’s my nephew? When

will he wake up?”

“We’re very sorry.” The doctor took off his surgical mask to reveal a solemn expression as well. He then

said apologetically, “That metal shard from the car has severely damaged Mr. Faulkner’s brain. Although

we’ve saved his life, the chances of him waking up are extremely low.

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