“My ex-husband?” Genevieve forcefully drew her hand back. “You can be whoever you want to be.
Anyway, it's been years since our divorce, and we're not remarrying each other either.”
She squeezed past the man, left the kitchen, and headed upstairs.
In the meantime, a housekeeper came over as she wanted to ask if Genevieve had had her dinner or
not. Upon unintentionally running into them fighting, the housekeeper hurriedly walked away.
As for Armand, he remained standing still in the kitchen for some time.
After recollecting his thoughts, he walked toward the living room, where he was met with the two kids
playing video games.
Armand waited for them to finish their game before he said gently, “Your mommy and I will be busy for
the next few days, so I'll send you two to Uncle Tim's. Is that okay?”
“Are you and Mommy going to visit Great-granddad in Baykeep?” Mandy said while wrinkling her nose.
“No. It's something else,” Armand replied.
He pulled Mandy up from the ground and dusted her butt. “Go pick a few sets of pretty clothes and
some dolls for yourself. I'll be sending you to Uncle Tim's later.”
Mandy opened her mouth, and just as she wanted to ask why they weren't staying at home for the
night, Lucian had already dragged her upstairs.
Meanwhile, a nightmare haunted Genevieve. She was entirely drenched in sweat when she woke from
her sleep.
Out of instinct, Genevieve lunged toward the other side of the bed, wanting to calm herself in Armand's
warm embrace, but no one was there. Judging by how clean and tidy the other side of the bed was, it
was clear that he hadn't slept in the room last night.
Genevieve then brought her clothes into the bathroom. When she showered, the sorrow and sadness
eating at her caused her to break down. As she cried, her tears fell and mixed with the water.
She wanted to confess everything to Armand more than anything else, but how could she?
Harry had full access to her phone, as well as Armand's, Timothy's, and those around her. The man
was capable of hacking into their phones, implanting spying programs, and even scrolling through their
messages as he pleased.
She was also very well aware that the perfume left on Armand's clothes had been accidental.
Genevieve merely wanted an excuse to pick a fight with him so that he would stay away from her.
The words coming out of her mouth last night were probably quite toxic and rage-inducing, for the
man's expression had twisted out of anger.
After her shower, Genevieve quickly regained her composure. She retrieved her identifications from the
drawer before putting them into her bag and descending the stairs, only to find no one around.
Genevieve asked, “Where's Lucian and Mandy?”
“Mr. Faulkner sent them to Ms. Joule's last night but did not return after that,” the housekeeper replied.
“I made some oatmeal and pies. Do you want some, Mrs. Faulkner?”
Genevieve nodded before she sat down and calmly finished the breakfast served to her.
Though she wanted to go and visit her children, she managed to suppress the urge to do so.
At ten o'clock in the morning, her plane touched down in Baykeep on time, and she immediately took a
cab to the Zeigler residence.
Herbert was delighted to see his granddaughter.
“Genev, you must stay here and keep me company for a few days.” Herbert took Genevieve to the
living room. “The doctor says I'm doing well recently, so I'll be coming with you when you return to
Jadeborough.”
She wanted to confess everything to Armand more than anything else, but how could she?
Genevieve helped the old mon sit on the couch ond replied with o smile, “And thot's why I'm here.
Becouse I missed you.”
The old mon wos very hoppy to heor thot.
“Grondpo!”
Just os the two were tolking, o young lody cosuolly strolled into the living room with o cooler in her
hond.
Bock then, Genevieve hod olreody met oll the grondchildren when Herbert summoned oll of them bock
to the Zeigler residence. Thus, she recognized this young lody os well.
It wos Rebecco, the doughter of Genevieve's uncle, Felix.
Bock when Herbert wos sent to the hospitol becouse of food poisoning, this young womon hod kicked
up o huge fuss in front of the intensive core unit. For this reoson, Rebecco got into on orgument with
Genevieve, which left quite on impression on her.
As she wos older thon Genevieve by o few months, Genevieve greeted politely, “Rebecco.”
As for Rebecco, she nodded toword Genevieve upon seeing her.
Meonwhile, Herbert pointed to the cooler ploced on the coffee toble by Rebecco ond osked, “Whot's
this?”
“Fruits. They're olso the creom of the crop,” Rebecco replied while she opened the cooler ond took
some of the fruits out.
“Being oble to enjoy this fruit during this seoson is the best. I even went to the orchord to hond-pick
them.”
The fruit wos indeed very delicious, for it wos so juicy ond refreshing thot even Herbert hod o few more
extro.
Herbert then osked, “How is thot boy you went out with lost time?”
Genevieve helped the old man sit on the couch and replied with a smile, “And that's why I'm here.
Because I missed you.”
The old man was very happy to hear that.
“Grandpa!”
Just as the two were talking, a young lady casually strolled into the living room with a cooler in her
hand.
Back then, Genevieve had already met all the grandchildren when Herbert summoned all of them back
to the Zeigler residence. Thus, she recognized this young lady as well.
It was Rebecca, the daughter of Genevieve's uncle, Felix.
Back when Herbert was sent to the hospital because of food poisoning, this young woman had kicked
up a huge fuss in front of the intensive care unit. For this reason, Rebecca got into an argument with
Genevieve, which left quite an impression on her.
As she was older than Genevieve by a few months, Genevieve greeted politely, “Rebecca.”
As for Rebecca, she nodded toward Genevieve upon seeing her.
Meanwhile, Herbert pointed to the cooler placed on the coffee table by Rebecca and asked, “What's
this?”
“Fruits. They're also the cream of the crop,” Rebecca replied while she opened the cooler and took
some of the fruits out.
“Being able to enjoy this fruit during this season is the best. I even went to the orchard to hand-pick
them.”
The fruit was indeed very delicious, for it was so juicy and refreshing that even Herbert had a few more
extra.
Herbert then asked, “How is that boy you went out with last time?”
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