An Unwanted Baby
Genevieve did not know how long she was unconscious. By the time she came to, she was lying in a
hospital ward, dressed in a patient’s gown.Sunlight streamed in through the windows and warmed the
ward slightly.She tried to push herself up in bed and poured herself a cup of water from a jug on a
nearby table.Just then, someone opened the door.Steven came in. When he saw that Genevieve was
awake, he froze slightly in surprise. He quickly recovered himself and rushed over to help her.“That’s
fine. I’m feeling much better after a good sleep.” Genevieve rejected his help with a smile. She lifted the
glass jug and poured herself a cup of warm water.Steven’s gaze traveled over Genevieve’s face as she
slowly sipped her water.He was relieved to notice that some color had returned to her cheeks and that
her gaze was more focused.Steven only learned about Genevieve’s stress-induced miscarriage from
Armand after he sent Patrick’s body for cremation. He feared she would try to take her life again over
Patrick’s death.Genevieve’s throat felt a lot less scratchy after she downed a cup of water. “How long
have I been asleep, Steven?”“Three days,” Steven replied honestly. “You were very stressed, and you
—”“I had a miscarriage, right?” Genevieve merely smiled and stroked her belly in the face of Steven’s
nervous stutter. “I wouldn’t have wanted the baby anyway even if I hadn’t had a miscarriage.”Steven
tactfully changed the topic and asked, “You haven’t eaten in several days, Mrs. Faulkner. Would you
like to get some oatmeal delivered here?”“That would be nice. Thank you.” Genevieve nodded in
response.Steven hurriedly made a call, and ten minutes later, someone arrived with a steaming
container of chicken oatmeal.Genevieve got off the bed and approached the dining table in the ward.
She opened the carrier and took out the chicken oatmeal. As she opened the takeout container, she
asked Steven, “Has Patrick been laid to rest?”The thought of his brother’s pale, lifeless face caused
Steven’s heart to twinge in pain. He suppressed his sorrow and replied, “I was picking a burial plot for
Patrick earlier, but there were some delays. He will be laid to rest the day after tomorrow. And also,
Mrs. Faulkner…”He trailed off as he produced a green envelope and a small wooden figurine from his
suit pocket, which he handed to Genevieve.Steven had planned to burn them without Genevieve’s
knowledge, yet after reading Patrick’s scheduled email, he relented and brought the items over for
Genevieve.“Patrick left these for you.”Genevieve opened the green envelope. It held a card and a
photograph.Her gaze landed on the photograph, and she was immediately enraptured by the
boundless sea captured in it.The reddish hues of the sunset dappled the sea, but they did not conceal
the beautiful, pure color of the blue sea.“What a beautiful ocean,” Genevieve muttered in awe.She
flipped the photograph over and noticed some words written on the back.How can I stop my soul from
drawing closer to yours? How can I simply pass you by in search of other sights?Steven watched as
Genevieve stared at the back of the photograph. He did not try to read the words scribbled on the back.
Instead, he said, “Patrick had this card made when he was in Romdale. I’ve been safeguarding it for
him until now. He recently asked for it and transferred five hundred million into its linked account. That’s
in Anglanduran currency. He wants you to have it.”Genevieve murmured an acknowledgment before
placing the photograph and the card back in the green envelope. Then, she turned her attention to the
small wooden figurine.It was a stunningly realistic carving of her.One could even see the radiant smile
on the wooden figurine.Genevieve’s fingers brushed over the wooden figurine before she picked it up.
She recalled seeing Patrick with a chisel in his hands when she once dropped by with cream puffs.
Back then, he said he was carving something for fun.It turned out he had been carving a figurine of
her.Tears pricked Genevieve’s eyes. She tried her best to blink them away.After collecting herself
somewhat, she raised her head and looked at Steven. “He wanted to bring me to Kransbay. He said
the ocean there was beautiful. Steven… could you leave half of his ashes to me?”
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