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Chapter 35 The Explosion
Genevieve whirled around immediately. She noticed that there was a piece of metal shard pierced into
Armand’s back. His back was covered with blood. That made Genevieve realize why she could smell
the stench of blood. Genevieve’s heart ached when she saw how badly injured Armand was because
of her. She hastily pulled the silk scarf off her neck and pressed it on Armand’s wound, attempting to
stop the bleeding. “Patrick, get help!” “All right!” Patrick was about to hail a car when Steven arrived to
pick Armand up. The expression on Steven’s face darkened when he witnessed the scene. Without
delay, he let Patrick drive his car to the hospital while Steven himself stayed behind to handle the
mess. The car sped to the nearest hospital. In the backseat, Genevieve positioned Armand such that
he was leaning on her. Both Genevieve’s hands were putting pressure on the man’s back. Her silk
scarf had long been soaked in blood, but still, there was blood seeping from Armand’s injury. Even
though he was badly wounded, Armand’s expression remained indifferent. He could vaguely feel that
the hands pressing against his back were trembling. He caught a glimpse of Genevieve from the
corners of his eyes and noticed that she was biting her lips. “It’s just some metal shard, not a bullet.
Don’t worry.” Genevieve grunted in response. However, she found it difficult to ease her worries while
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtlooking at the large piece of metal shard piercing into Armand’s back. Soon enough, the smart-looking
Timothy, who was wearing a white robe, came into view. He had been waiting in the emergency room
ever since he received the notice. Timothy swept a glance at Armand’s wound, then gestured toward a
hospital bed with his chin. “For an injury as minor as this, I’ll just handle it here. Otherwise, we’ll make
an unnecessary mess in the operating room, and someone would have to clean it up.” Genevieve was
rendered speechless. The wound caused by the metal shard was deep. When Timothy removed it,
Genevieve witnessed how Armand’s inner flesh was also being drawn out. The bones underneath his
skin were exposed. Genevieve’s heart raced as she witnessed that gory scene. Earlier, if it were not for
the fact that Armand had pushed her to the ground and shielded her in time, then Genevieve would be
the one who was seriously wounded then due to the explosion. She was indebted to Armand once
again. As Timothy cleaned Armand’s wound, he asked Genevieve casually, “How did Armand get this
injury?” “The car exploded all of a sudden.” Genevieve turned her gaze away, unable to stomach the
sight of Armand’s wounded back. “Mando protected me, which was how he got hit by that metal shard.”
When Timothy heard that, his eyes flickered. Realization soon dawned on him. This is probably the
work of that person. “Armand, congratulations.” Timothy’s lips arched up into a smile. The doctor
teased his patient cheekily. “You hit the jackpot again.” “Shut up.” Armand shot a cold glare at Timothy.
Timothy cowered in response and gave up teasing Armand. Once Timothy was done bandaging
Armand, the doctor promptly tossed his surgical gloves onto a plate. “Armand, will you be checking in
to the hospital or…” “It’s just a minor injury, so there’s no need for that.” Armand accepted the clothes
handed out by Patrick and swiftly changed into them. “It’s better that way, since I don’t need to arrange
a room for you.” Timothy shrugged. He then turned his head toward Genevieve. “Genev, are you
staying with Armand?” There was only silence in return. Then and there, Genevieve thought that the
doctor, who had tied his hair in a ponytail, was too friendly with her. They had only met twice, yet he
was already calling her by a nickname. Ultimately, Genevieve nodded her head. “That’s right.” “Well
then, I’ll have to trouble you to look after Armand for the time being. Don’t feed him any spicy food.
Never allow him to shower before his wound scabs completely. If he insists on having a shower…”
Timothy paused. He then continued, “Then you should help him with it!” There was a hint of teasing in
his voice when he made the suggestion. As soon as she heard that, Genevieve recalled the night she
washed Armand’s hair. She felt uneasy at once and mumbled something unintelligible in response.
Once everything had settled down, Genevieve and the others returned to Swallow Garden. By the time
they arrived, it was already one o’clock in the middle of the night. Genevieve soon discovered that
Steven had returned as well. Once Armand had gone up to the second floor, Genevieve walked over to
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSteven. She asked in a hushed voice, “Steven, have you found out the reason as to why the car
exploded?” She had been gripped with a question for a while. My car was fine. So why did it explode all
of a sudden? Then, Genevieve’s lips twitched abruptly when she remembered a rumor about Armand.
Both of Armand’s ex-wives had died soon after marrying him. As for Genevieve, it had been only
several days since she married Armand when her car exploded. Steven seemed to have
comprehended what went on in Genevieve’s mind after examining the dark expression on her face.
“Mrs. Faulkner, there are many members of the Faulkner family who detest Mr. Faulkner. Hence, all the
vehicles in the garage have anti-explosive devices installed in them. However, the car you drove had
been sent to a service center for maintenance last week. I had been busy, and so I forgot to have
Patrick examine the car.” Patrick, who was nearby, rubbed his nose and then lowered his head. “It’s my
fault. I was careless.” “Of course it is!” Steven stated, his face sullen. “I reminded you time and time
again that whenever Mr. Faulkner or Mrs. Faulkner is heading out, you must inspect the car carefully
before you drive them. Yet, you’re always mindless about it. If it weren’t for Mr. Faulkner, things
would’ve ended up more serious than it is!” As he said that, Steven pointed a finger toward the door.
“Go home and ground yourself in ‘the darkroom’ for a week!”