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Chapter 716
As Johanna's place of residence was in the opposite direction to the airport, she took a taxi home while
Genevieve took a different taxi to the airport.
Along the way, Genevieve sent Jack a message to notify him of her unexpected trip.
It was past six when Genevieve arrived at Baykeep. She took another taxi to the hospital and made
haste toward the lost and found counter.
Upon ascertaining Genevieve's phone number and having her sign a form, the nurse produced took out
a battered-looking phone with its paint chipped off its casing and handed it to Genevieve.
“Thank you.” Genevieve turned on the phone as she left the hospital lobby.
She opened the photo gallery. When she saw the photos that Melissa had sent her in the past, she
snapped photographs of them with her own phone.
Genevieve scrolled further back to peruse the older photos when the screen suddenly turned dark.
Initially assuming that the phone had run out of battery, she tapped the screen only to find out that it
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwas a video around four minutes long with only blackness on the screen.
Taking out her earphones, Genevieve played the dark video.
“Are you really alive, Ms. Valentine?” Melissa's feeble voice exclaimed in delight.
Ms. Valentine? Could that be Charice?
Genevieve seated herself in a quiet corner and played the clip from the beginning.
She heard the old housekeeper explain how Cesar had given her a sum of money to leave Xedells
years ago. “Your child did not die, Ms. Valentine. He's at the Faulkner residence.”
“I know.” The calm and pleasant female voice barely concealed the simmering hatred beneath. “But he
has betrayed me.”
Melissa said weakly, “I'm sure Cesar loves you very much, Ms. Valentine. But he is left with no choice
as Old Mr. Faulkner has forced his hand. Faking your death and sending you abroad was the only thing
he could do.”
The woman seemed to have leaned closer to the housekeeper as her voice suddenly became much
clearer.
“You wouldn't understand, Melissa. You have no family of your own and you've never fallen in love
before. The person who truly loves you wouldn't look for excuses not to be with you. If he were just a
little braver, I would even be willing to die with him.”
She continued with a sigh, “But he wasn't, Melissa. He gave my child up for adoption to Isabella and
had me live in anguish every day. My life in Dartan for the past twenty years had been worse than
death.”
The footage was silent for the next few seconds as the old housekeeper was at a loss for words.
Melissa said sadly after a long while, “Though Armand is dead, Ms. Valentine, he has a wife and
children who share your blood, too. You should visit them.”
Charice answered coldly, “As he is raised by Isabella, he is no son of mine.”
The video ended there.
Genevieve remained on the bench and replayed the footage thrice more. Each time she replayed it,
she could feel Charice's powerful hatred.
Her voice was especially callous when she declared that Armand was not her son.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe footage proved Genevieve and Johanna's theory correct. Not only was Charice alive and well after
her faked death, but she had also come to Baykeep.
Why did she go to see her old housekeeper instead of Jack?
As Genevieve listened to the conversation from her earphones, the sudden occurrence of a harrowing
thought rooted her to the spot.
It was only upon the second time her phone rang that she regained her composure and hurriedly
answered the call.
"Hello?”
Genevieve's scrambled thoughts cleared completely when the person on the other line identified
themselves. “Of course. Where would you like to meet?” she said calmly.
Upon obtaining a keycard from the reception after her taxi arrived at the hotel, Genevieve dashed up to
the twenty-fourth floor.
She swiped the card before the doors of a deluxe suite and walked into a room with all the lights on.
A woman sat in the center of the Epean-sfyle living room.
She had a head of blonde hair even more glaring the sun, but her pair of blue eyes looked like stagnant
pools of water. From afar, she looked like a hollow figure wearing the mask of a pretty face.
The woman smiled when Genevieve entered. “We meet at last, Genevieve.”
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