Who Do You Think You Are
“Quick! Help Mdm. Marilyn into the house!”
“Call Dr. Jensen!”
As soon as the housekeepers regained their senses, one of them rushed to call the doctor. Just when
the other two were about to help Marilyn, a tall figure marched over to her while pushing the
housekeepers aside. When Armand saw Marilyn in the pantry, his pupils contracted in fear.
He entered the pantry with haste and bent down to carefully lift Marilyn up.
Marilyn rested her arm over his neck naturally as she said in a trembling voice, “My belly… It hurts…”
“Don’t panic. The housekeepers already called Timothy,” Armand consoled Marilyn as he carried her
away from the pantry. The housekeepers followed behind him without delay.
Nobody seemed to notice that Genevieve was still in the pantry.
The thin hem of her dress couldn’t stop the hot water from seeping onto her skin, so both her legs were
seriously scalded, and she couldn’t even stand. Soon, her hands gave out, and she collapsed onto the
ground as tears fell.
She didn’t have a phone with her, so she could only call for help from the housekeepers, but nobody
replied to her even after she shouted a few times.
It wasn’t until after a minute or so that a housekeeper heard her and rushed to the pantry. Without
caring for anything else, she quickly splashed some cold water on Genevieve’s injured legs.
After lifting Genevieve’s skirt, the housekeeper nearly dropped the basin she held onto the floor. “M-
Mdm. Genevieve…”
The entirety of Genevieve’s fair and lean legs, from her thighs to her calves, were red from the burn
she suffered. Because the burns weren’t cooled down in time, blisters had covered a huge area of the
skin.
The housekeeper dared not dally as she continued to splash water onto Genevieve’s legs. Even after
doing so for another ten minutes, Genevieve was still in much pain.
The housekeeper could only help Genevieve to the living room before pouring all of the ice from the
fridge into a bucket. Then, she submerged Genevieve’s legs in it to cool it down.
“Mdm. Genevieve, ointments won’t work on this. I need to call a doctor. There will be dire
consequences if we don’t take care of the injuries on your legs right away,” stated the housekeeper
with a frown. Just when she was about to make a call on the landline, she noticed another
housekeeper hurrying to open the door before showing Timothy, who was holding a medical kit, into the
house.
The moment the housekeeper was about to call out to Timothy, he already went to the second floor in
haste alongside the housekeeper who answered the door.
“Why did Dr. Jensen go upstairs?”
“Mdm. Marilyn had slipped and fallen too.”
The excruciating pain on Genevieve’s legs drained her face and lips of color. “For now, just apply some
ointment on me.”
The housekeeper lifted her legs from the bucket and dried them before slowly applying the ointment to
her injury.
The ointment was cooling, while the burns on Genevieve’s legs were incredibly serious.
Even the tiny pressure from the housekeeper applying ointment on her legs caused her to shudder in
pain while sweating buckets.
Just when the housekeeper was about to leave for the storage compartment to get more ointment, she
turned around to see Armand coming downstairs with a menacing expression and a gloomy stare.
The housekeeper shuddered in fear as she stuttered, “Mr. Armand, Mdm. Genevieve—”
Just as the housekeeper was about to say something, Armand shoved her aside and marched up to
Genevieve before pinching her chin firmly between two fingers.
Under his iron grip, she felt as if her bones would be crushed by him.
“Genevieve, haven’t I warned you to be more tolerant of her?” Armand’s voice was bone-chilling.
“Please don’t be like this, Mr. Armand.” The housekeeper who was shoved aside scrambled to get up
before approaching Armand to explain hastily, “Mdm. Genevieve is hurt too. Her legs—”
“Why does Mdm. Genevieve’s injury even matter?”
The housekeeper named Mandy came downstairs alongside Armand, dragging the other housekeeper
away from him after coming over to them.
“Mdm. Marilyn nearly had a miscarriage because she shoved her!” Mandy said begrudgingly.
Perhaps Mandy’s words had triggered Armand, so his expression darkened considerably. “Did you
assume you can do as you pleased in this household just because Grandma likes you? Who do you
think you are, Genevieve?” His tone was intimidating.
Genevieve’s chin hurt from his grip. She opened her mouth in an attempt to explain herself, but she
almost suffocated when she raised her head and saw the rolling menace in his gaze. It was as if she
was numb to the pain in her legs and drained of strength all of a sudden.
His reaction seemed to indicate that he would actually kill her if Marilyn miscarried.
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