Ch. 791..800

hapter 791

Meanwhile, Genevieve was unfazed as she stared at Sylvie dying in Zayne's arms.

She had known about Sylvie's background a long time ago from Jack. Sylvie grew up in the slums, where the environment was filthy and unbearable. Due to her tragic childhood, Sylvie was determined and desperate to climb higher on the social ladder to obtain everything she had never had.

Sylvie was indeed pitiful, but Genevieve did not sympathize with her.

If Sylvie had not harmed Johanna or killed Jane, Genevieve might not have cared about interfering in Sylvie's ambitious plan at all.

On the other side, Cooper did not spare another glance at the couple on the floor. He pushed his chair backward and got to his feet. "I'll ask Steven to bring Lucian and Amanda out later. We'll have our meal at Golden Restaurant together. I don't have work in the afternoon, so we can bring them out to have fun."

Genevieve grunted in response. Then, she picked up her bag and left the cafe with Cooper.

They were walking along the roadside when a Rolls-Royce Ghost drove in their direction and came to a halt in front of them.

The door to the passenger seat was pushed open, revealing Jack's handsome, mixed-race facial features. He sat inside the car in his usual elegant demeanor, seemingly not disconcerted by that incident earlier.

Upon seeing him, Genevieve fell into a momentary daze. "You didn't go back to Dartan?"

"I went to Xedells to handle some matters and just returned to Jadeborough today." Jack remained seated inside the car. "I'll send you back. I want to visit Mandy." Pausing briefly, he added, "May I?" Genevieve felt a lump form in her throat.

In the few years at Dartan, Jack had not only witnessed the two kids' growth but also taken care of them. He had personally changed their diapers and fed them formula milk while holding them in his arms. He had done almost everything within a father's responsibilities.

She knew how much he loved the two children. Jack was very fond of Lucian and Amanda, but after all his contributions, he needed to ask for Genevieve's permission when he wished to meet with the kids

now.

Suppressing her churning emotions, Genevieve uttered, "Of course. Mandy misses you too."

Before getting into Jack's car, she told Cooper she would bring the kids along during lunchtime later. "Go to Swallow Garden. We live there now."

"Okay." Jack then instructed the driver to go to Swallow Garden.

He turned sideways to look at her beautiful profile. Although he knew Genevieve would never love him, his affection toward her did not decrease even then.

"Is Armand keeping Mandy company?"

"No. He went out two days ago because he has something to do." Genevieve pursed her lips in hesitation. She could not help but ask Jack, "Did Mando contact you?" Upon hearing her question, Jack laughed mockingly. "He's such a coward."

Genevieve was confident Armand had gotten in touch with Jack, so she anxiously probed further. "What do you mean? What is Mando doing, and why isn't he contacting me?"

Jack merely gazed downward at her and chuckled. "It's not a bad thing that he's not around."

Before she could make sense of his words, she felt a puff of mist sprayed on her face. Unknowingly, Genevieve breathed in a significant amount of that substance. She grew dizzy after a few seconds and quickly passed out.

Jack placed her in his embrace and caressed her cheek with his finger as his gaze turned grim.

When Genevieve came to, she noticed she was inside the mansion she stayed in Dartan. Genevieve hastily got off the bed, wanting to open the door, only to realize the door was locked. She dialed the internal line's number downstairs.

A housekeeper swiftly answered the call, and she asked politely in Granatanolan, "Ms. Rachford, do you want something to eat?"

"Where is Jack?"

"Mr. Valentine went out at nine earlier."

"Give him a call and tell him to come back and meet me!" Genevieve was infuriated. She did not anticipate Jack to act so despicably, kidnapping her again, and to Dartan, no less!

The housekeeper replied, "Mr. Valentine ordered us to take care of your meals. He will be back once he's done with his work."

All of a sudden, an idea popped into Genevieve's mind when she glanced at the locked door. "Never mind then. I'm hungry. Send some breakfast up to my room."

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After she hung up the call, Genevieve tried to push her luck by walking over to examine the floor-to-ceiling window. However, she noticed the sliding doors were also locked. Moreover, all the glasses installed on both levels of the mansion were bulletresistant.

Genevieve planned to seize the opportunity to escape when the housekeeper opened the door to send her breakfast.

Unexpectedly, the housekeeper was not alone when serving her breakfast. Trailing behind the housekeeper were the two burly bodyguards who took care of her at Jadeborough. Their presence completely destroyed her hopes of escaping.

The housekeeper placed the breakfast on the table and bowed at Genevieve. "Ms. Rachford, please call the internal line if you need anything else."

Forcing a smile, Genevieve grunted in response.

She could not establish contact with the outside world because there was no cell phone or computer inside the room. There was only a traditional telephone that could only be used to call the internal line downstairs.

She wondered if Armand knew Jack had brought her to Dartan.

However, after guessing Jack's possible intention of kidnapping her to threaten Armand, Genevieve suddenly wished Armand would not come look for her.

She endured the agony of waiting inside the room by herself. In the end, she grew tired and dozed off.

In a daze, she heard footsteps outside the door. Genevieve hurriedly got up and switched on the lights inside the room. Then, she saw Jack entering with a tray of food in his hands.

Stepping forward, Genevieve questioned, "Why are you locking me here? Are you trying to threaten Mando by using me as leverage?"

"The housekeeper said you did not eat anything in the afternoon. You must be hungry now." He placed the tray on the table. "I told the housekeeper to prepare your favorite dishes. Come-" Jack wanted to pull Genevieve to sit down and have her meal, but she swatted his hand away.

"Jack, I know you treat me very well, but I really can't fall for you. We've spent four years together. Do you still fail to recognize that?" Genevieve did not want to hurt him, but she did not have any other choice. Staring at him, she enunciated, "I love Armand, and I can never accept another man."

Her words were like a heavy blow to his heart, causing him to suffocate.

At times, Jack felt lost and confused as well.

Evidently, he was comparable with Armand in every aspect, and he treated Genevieve better. He was also the one who accompanied the two children as they grew up, but why wouldn't Genevieve fall for him? Jack rubbed his chest and beamed faintly at her. "It's fine if you don't love me, as long as I love you. I have never wanted to threaten Armand with you as leverage. The two children belong to him while you are mine. You'll stay by my side instead of going anywhere else."

Genevieve tried her best to stay calm as she attempted to persuade him using the sentimental card. "Jack, I do not love you, but I think of you as one of my dearest friends. Otherwise, I would not have investigated behind your back after realizing Charice was still alive. That was because I didn't want you to know the harsh truth. Lucian and Mandy adore you too. If you wish, you can visit them and hang out with them anytime." Stepping forward, she held his hands and added in a gentle voice, "You have a home, a family. Me, Mando, Lucian, and Mandy... We are your family. We will always be with you. Return to the country with me, okay? You will only make me like you lesser by detaining me in this manner."

Shaking his head, Jack gazed at her tenderly. "Hate me as you wish. I will never let you go. Genev, my love for you far exceeds that of Armand's."

Genevieve's heart sank.

Letting go of his hand, she said coldly, "Jack, what you're doing is not an expression of love. You're just trying to possess me because you failed to win my affection. Also, don't compare yourself to Mando. You're not qualified!"

Not qualified?

He stared at her impassive expression and flashed a rueful grin. "Indeed. I am not qualified. Even my birth was foul and unwanted..."

At his words, Genevieve felt her heart clench. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she merely pursed her lips in silence.

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Leaning in, Jack looked at Genevieve and murmured, "You're right, Genev. I have been driven mad by my urge to possess you and to imprison you in this room for eternity. With you by my side, I'll never feel lonely again."

"You're f*cking delirious!" Genevieve exploded.

While Jack wasn't looking, she used the opportunity to make a mad dash for the door. Unfortunately, it just wouldn't budge when she tried opening it.

Jack, who was sitting by the table with his legs crossed, cracked a faint smirk. "Genev, come over and have some food.

Otherwise, you might not even have the energy to escape tomorrow."

Grabbing the plates, Genevieve flung them at him. "Get lost!"

Nonetheless, Jack wasn't angry at all despite having the warm tomato soup drench his shirt, leaving a sticky and disgusting sensation on his skin. "Since you've spilled your food, you'll have to go hungry till tomorrow morning."

"Get out!" she roared.

Jack swiftly left after ordering the bodyguards to open the door. As for Genevieve, she slumped into a chair, mired in exhaustion.

Knowing Jack, Genevieve was under no illusion that he wouldn't make good on his threat.

In her sleep, she dreamt of going to the beach together with Armand and the children. Amanda would be wearing an innocent smile, while Armand would gaze at her with a gentle expression. Longing for them, she couldn't wait to return to their side.

During her imprisonment, she had caught the flu by soaking herself in cold water, hoping to escape when the housekeeper called for the doctor. On a different occasion, she hit her head while bathing and banked on them to send her to the hospital on the account of her bleeding head. In the end, all her schemes failed terribly.

To stop her from hurting herself, Jack instructed the bodyguard to install a surveillance camera at the door so that she could be monitored around the clock.

With the passage of time, Genevieve felt her energy being attrited away.

Previously, she did care for Jack and felt guilty over her actions. However, being locked up caused those feelings to be replaced with deep-seated hatred.

Curling up in her rattan chair, she stared blankly out the window.

The frustration from being imprisoned for such a long time brought her close to the brink of mental collapse. In fact, thoughts of smashing a glass to cut her wrist would creep into her mind, even though she had resisted them so far.

I have to survive. Lucian and Mandy are still waiting for me, while Mando is worried sick. If I die, I won't be able to see them ever again.

At that moment, the bodyguard let the housekeeper in.

After leaving a scrumptious breakfast on the table, the housekeeper advised, "Ms. Rachford, have some food. Otherwise, your stomach would suffer at the rate you're going."

When the three meals were delivered to her every day, she would either eat a little or none at all. Jack, after learning of the fact, would pry open her mouth and force-feed her.

However, no matter how much she ate, she would puke it all out, and as a result, suffer from rapid weight loss.

Faced with an unresponsive Genevieve, the housekeeper left the room with a sigh before going downstairs to give Jack a call.

In the meantime, Genevieve continued to stare out the window. It wasn't until she felt thirsty that she got to her feet and walked to the table.

While holding a glass of water, she caught a glimpse of a steak knife by the side of the plate. She, with a sparkle in her eyes, blocked the surveillance camera's view with her body while squirreling the knife away.

At Jack's end, he received the housekeeper's call informing him that Genevieve wasn't eating breakfast again. The resulting image of her skinny body brought a sting to his heart.

Just when he was about to call the doctor, the housekeeper called again.

"Mr. Valentine, Ms. Rachford has finished her breakfast and even asked me to serve her some oatmeal."

"Good." Jack felt a sense of relief.

Upon ending the call, he checked the surveillance feed with his phone. The recording showed Genevieve eating slowly at the table when she was done admiring the scenery outside the window. Staring longingly at the woman in the video, he instructed his driver, "Take me to Helt Manor."

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Only then did one of the bodyguards regain his senses and rush off to make the call.

Despite Jack's words, Genevieve had no illusions about his character. Stubborn and ruthless, he would never easily let something he coveted go. As a result, she remained vigilant while holding Jack at knifepoint.

Before she knew it, Genevieve could smell the stench of blood in the air. It was then that she realized Jack's shirt was already covered in blood.

As the blood dripped onto the ground, it was enough to form a small puddle.

In her panic, she felt the urge to allow the remaining bodyguard to bandage Jack's wound. Unfortunately, she discarded the idea when his predatory gaze betrayed his intention to seize her weapon. Upon the arrival of the helicopter, Genevieve continued to hold Jack hostage as she exited the mansion and walked toward the helipad.

No sooner had she released Jack from knifepoint than she entered the cockpit with the pilot's help. It wasn't until the helicopter had soared into the sky that the tension in her body was finally eased. At the sight of her blood-filled hands, she was worried that Jack might die from losing too much blood.

In the end, she chose to cast those thoughts aside and not look out the window.

With his hair blowing in the wind, Jack looked up and watched the helicopter gradually disappear from his sight as if the bond he and Genevieve shared had been severed in that instant. Throughout his entire life, he had been searching for a woman to love him, but in the end, it was nothing but pure fantasy.

Due to the huge amount of blood he lost, Jack's face turned pale while his body began to swoon.

Having learned of what happened from the bodyguard, Lilian rushed to the helipad. At the sight of Jack's towering figure collapsing onto the ground, she stood up from her wheelchair with gritted teeth. Even though she had practiced walking ever since she was fitted with prosthetic limbs, she preferred to remain in the wheelchair most of the time.

Opening the first aid kit she brought, Lilian took out a bandage and began to stop Jack's bleeding with it. "The bodyguard told me that you could've easily dodged the attack with your skills." Jack broke into a smirk. "Why should I?"

When she caught the gloomy look in his eyes, Lilian, filled with sudden rage, threw the bandage aside. "In that case, what's the meaning of this? Did you get me to come just to pick up your corpse?" "Of course I want to taste that Leroy of 93 with you." Jack let out a chuckle.

Raising his hand to stroke her beautiful face, he leaned closer to whisper something in her ear. Before he even finished, Lilian looked away, her eyes reflecting her shock. Evidently, she was in no mood to lister any further.

She asserted coldly, "In your dreams. I won't help you!"

"You're well aware that I do not have any relatives. Hence, other than you, there's no one else." Running his fingers across her cheeks, he added in a gentle tone, "Just think of it as my reward for helping you manage the company over the last few years, hmm?"

Lilian slapped his hand away. Despite not saying a word, her eyes were already red.

"I'm really tired." Resting himself on Lilian's shoulder, he murmured, "If I could relive that day, I wish that I had died then. The person named Jack Valentine would cease to exist in this world."

If I hadn't met Genevieve, I wouldn't have fallen in love with her and suffered so much pain.

However, he was reluctant to give in.

More than ten hours later, Genevieve returned to Jadeborough.

Having received her call, Cooper, who was already waiting at the airport, informed her, "That afternoon, Jack gave me a call, telling me that he wanted to take you back to Dartan for a few days." Little did he expect it to end up being half a month.

Despite being aware that she was in the mansion, Cooper was powerless to do anything due to how tight Jack's security was.

Genevieve was taken aback by his words. She didn't understand why Jack had said what he said to Cooper when he obviously wanted to imprison her.

"How are Lucian and Mandy?"

"They have been staying with Johanna since last week and are having a blast playing with Asel." Cooper continued, "When I told Lucian that you went overseas with Armand for work, he wasn't convinced. In fact, he questioned me separately about it.

Nonetheless, I didn't tell him the truth for fear of making him worry."

"What about Mando? Is he back?"

Cooper fell into a momentary silence. "Not yet."

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Initially, Cooper had assumed that Armand was tying up loose ends from faking his death. Little did he expect the latter to vanish without anyone's knowledge.

In spite of Cooper's intelligence, it was still impossible for him to figure out Armand's intentions without any clues.

As a look of disappointment descended upon Genevieve's face, she pondered a moment before suddenly asking, "Do you think that Jack might have set a trap for Mando when he invited the latter out?" "No." Sensing Genevieve's pessimism, Cooper reassured her, "Armand is a lot smarter than you give him credit for."

After Cooper learned that Armand faked his death and was close to the Pann family, he realized that Armand wasn't just smart but was also extremely resourcefill to the extent few could rival him. Subsequently, Cooper brought Genevieve to Johanna's house to see the children.

To keep up the charade, he even purchased gifts from a shop that sold goods from all over the world for Genevieve to bring back to the children.

Meanwhile, Mandy was in the living room, entertaining Asel with a soft toy in her hand.

The adorable Asel was already capable of crawling on the carpet. When she saw the toy in Amanda's hand, she scrambled forward with her eyes gleaming with excitement.

As for Lucian, he was sitting on the couch, surfing on his tablet.

At that moment, the nanny led both of them to the living room and called out to Amanda gleefully, "Mandy, look who's here?"

She had hardly seen Genevieve when she stuffed the toy at Asel and charged toward her mother like a bullet before hugging the latter's leg.

"Mommy!"

Genevieve bent forward to pick her up. Looking at Amanda's pinking cheeks, she could feel all the sorrow and exhaustion within her gradually melt away. "I've missed you so much." Genevieve offered up her cheek. "Quick, give me a kiss."

Hugging Genevieve, Amanda peppered the former with kisses.

Upon the last kiss, she looked behind Genevieve, seemingly in search of someone. When she failed to do so, she inquired, "Mommy, why isn't Daddy here?" "Daddy..." Genevieve's eyes glistened. "He's still stuck overseas working."

As the vibrant smile quickly faded away from her adorable face, Amanda grumbled, "Daddy promised to take me camping on the grassy plains where we can go hiking together, but he hasn't kept his promise by going away for so long."

She could faintly remember waking up that fateful morning to be kissed by her father. He had vowed to spend time with her upon his return but ended up being bogged down by work.

Cooper, who was standing beside them, scratched Amanda's nose and pacified her, "Mandy, didn't you have your eye on that princess castle? Since it's really expensive, your daddy has to work hard so that he can afford it."

"I-In that case, I don't want it anymore." Amanda pouted grumpily. "I just want Daddy back by my side. It's been so long since I last saw him."

The words triggered a sense of bitterness in Genevieve's heart.

Suppressing the anguish within her, Genevieve added, "Daddy loves you the most and will buy you anything that you fancy. So, while we patiently wait for Daddy, I'll take both of you camping tomorrow. How about that?"

With her arms wrapped around Genevieve's neck, Amanda asked with anticipation, "In that case, will Daddy be back in time for our birthdays?"

Oh my, the children's fifth birthday is just around the corner.

"That goes without saying!" Genevieve cracked a faint smile. "Other than Daddy, Uncle Cooper, Aunt Jojo, and Uncle Tim will be celebrating Lucian and your birthday together. I guarantee that it will be a grand affair!"

After receiving Genevieve's reassurance, Amanda, whose vibrant smile had returned, slid down the former's body and ran off to play with Asel.

Subsequently, Genevieve noticed her son staring intently at her. Cognizant that he was unconvinced by her words, she let out a siglt before going over to tousle his hair.

"Believe me, Daddy will be home on your birthday."

Lucian responded with a solemn grunt.

In the meantime, Johanna, who was busy in the greenhouse until eleven, only noticed Genevieve and Cooper's presence upon returning to the living room. Surprised and delighted by their visit, she questioned the housekeeper as to why she wasn't informed earlier.

Genevieve teased, "I'm just here to have lunch at my daughter-in-law's home. There's no need to be a stranger."

Hearing that, Lucian was stumped.

Does my opinion not matter here?

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During lunch, Johanna asked Genevieve, "Didn't you go overseas together with Armand? Where is he?"

"Daddy is busy making money to buy me a castle!" Amanda declared cheerily, causing Johanna to be lost in thoughts.

Woah! Your dad can afford to buy you a small country, let alone a castle. Moreover, Uncle Cooper is so filthy rich that he can buy you a castle made of diamonds if that's what you want.

Nonetheless, when she noticed the grim look in Genevieve's eyes, she didn't press on and changed the topic instead.

In the midst of their lunch, the housekeeper came into the dining room through the main door, her hands filled with shopping bags. "Ms. Joule, these are toys and clothes bought by Mr. Jensen for Ms. Asel-" "Throw them out!" Johanna interrupted with a frosty expression.

With an acknowledging grunt, the housekeeper did as she was told.

Genevieve couldn't help but ask, "Didn't Charlotte explain herself to you? She uttered those words while intoxicated, while it was her father who arranged for the press to release the news. Thus, she has nothing to do with Timothy at all. Do you still not trust him?"

When Charlotte, upon receiving Genevieve's call, realized she was the source of the conflict between Johanna and Timothy, she hurried to clear the air with Johanna.

Preempting Johanna, Cooper replied with a wry smile, "It isn't about that. There's something else."

"What is it?" Genevieve asked curiously.

"Yeah, yeah." With her widened eyes, Amanda looked at Cooper. "Uncle Cooper, why is Aunt Jojo mad at Uncle Tim? Hurry up and tell me!"

Lucian gave her head a knock. "Kids shouldn't stick their nose into the affairs of adults."

Amanda, with a pout on her lips, gave him the side-eye and explained, "I just want our godmother and godfather to reconcile. Otherwise, Asel would be sad if she can't see her daddy. I'm sorry. Uncle Tim isn't Lucian's godfather; he should be Lucian's father-in-law instead."

When Amanda covered her mouth to hide her laughter, Lucian responded with a snort.

Once lunch was over, the nanny pushed a pram with Asel inside and led the children out into the garden for a walk.

Cooper informed Genevieve softly, "Timothy slept with another woman."

At that, Genevieve's hand, with a coffee cup in it, froze.

Two weeks ago, Cooper received a call from the night shift manager of Imperial Club, telling him that Timothy seemed to be in a bad mood and was drinking non-stop in a private room.

Due to a thunderstorm that fateful night, he instructed the manager to watch over Timothy because he had to stay with the twins at Swallow Garden.

Little did he expect to receive a call from the same manager the next morning with news that Timothy had refused to be sent home by his driver. Instead, he brought a woman to a hotel.

Filled with a sense of dread, Cooper rushed to the hotel, only to discover that the situation was worse than he thought.

The woman Timothy had slept with was Mindy Manson, a well-known figure in the art circles. The night before, she had taken some selfies and shared them with her friends. It was from there that the pictures went viral on social media.

When the news caught Johanna's attention, her first response was to call Cooper and ask him if he had gone to look for Timothy.

All this while, she never cared about his past relationships. However, now that they had become parents, his behavior disgusted her and destroyed all the residual feelings she harbored for him. Whatever explanation he had, she refused to listen.

When Timothy, who had changed his number, called her on one occasion, she calmly warned him, "If you ever call me again, I'll go overseas with Asel and marry someone else. Let's see how you stop me then."

From then on, Timothy didn't dare call her anymore. The most he could do was to come by frequently and peer into the mansion.

Genevieve fell into deep thought after hearing the story. "From our drinking sessions with Timothy, it's evident that he can hold his liquor very well. Can there be some other explanation?"

"I've checked the surveillance feeds from the club, and they show Timothy leaving the place sober," Cooper related.

"He had run into Mindy along the corridor and spoke to her before both of them left the club. Mindy corroborated the events by saying that it was he who started flirting with her."

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Given the irrefutable evidence provided by the surveillance feeds, Genevieve's faith in Timothy was irrelevant. Furthermore, it was easy for a man to act on impulse when under the influence of alcohol. Pinching her forehead, Genevieve rued not telling Armand of her plan from the very beginning.

If he hadn't borrowed Jerry's identity to look for her in Baykeep, he wouldn't have run into Charlotte, and none of that would have happened.

Consequently, she felt that she and Armand were to blame.

Meanwhile, Cooper answered his phone when it rang. A few seconds later, he put it away and looked up at Genevieve. "The police just informed me that they have found Armand's car..." Genevieve could feel the blood drain from her cheeks. "What does that mean?"

On their way to the police station, Cooper explained to Genevieve, "There was an accident at Riverdale Street. Through their investigations, the police found out that the car involved belonged to Armand. However, there was no sign of him, so he should probably be fine."

Unfortunately, Genevieve could only hear the ringing in her ears instead of Cooper's entire explanation. The only words she caught were "car accident" and "no sign of Armand."

By the time they arrived at the police station, her legs were wobbly, and she could only step out of the car with Cooper's support.

The officer who gave Cooper a call invited them into his office, where he showed them pictures taken from the scene.

He explained, "Our team of experts has identified a problem with the Maybach's brakes through their investigation. Coupled with the fact that a leaking oil tanker had passed through the road earlier, the Maybach skidded on the oil and failed to brake. The momentum caused the car to veer off the road and charge down the slope. As there were bloodstains in the car, we suspect that someone got hurt." Amidst her glistening eyes, Genevieve took a while to find her voice. "Where is he then?"

"I'm sorry. We didn't find him." The officer let out a sigh. "The accident occurred at five in the morning. As there were barely any cars using the road, it wasn't until ten o'clock that we received a call from the public. After leading a team to comb the surroundings and checking the surveillance cameras, we still couldn't find any sign of Mr. Faulkner."

Genevieve's lips were pursed tightly.

Sensing her unease, Cooper put a hand on her trembling shoulder and reassured her, "Given how much Armand sticks out in a crowd, there's no way the police would miss him if he was flung down the slope together with the car. Therefore, it's likely that he has woken up and gone to the hospital."

Cooper's words reminded the officer of something. "There was also a bike that fell down the slope. The biker, a young man, hit his back on a boulder, resulting in multiple fractures in his body. He was subsequently sent to the hospital in the morning. From the tracks of the vehicles, the investigation team surmised that the bike crashed down the slope two minutes after the Maybach." Speculating that the biker might have seen Armand when he fell down the slope, Genevieve asked anxiously, "What's his name? Which hospital has he been admitted to?"

"The kid is in General Hospital, albeit in a coma. Hence, we don't know his name yet."

With that, Cooper reminded the officer to monitor the situation closely and to update him of any developments before taking Genevieve to General Hospital.

After checking with the nurse, they quickly found the boy's ward.

Even though it was a six-bedder, he, with his messy hair and face devoid of vitality, was the only one lying in there. Given that he had suffered fractures throughout his body, all he could do was lie motionless as the doctor examined him and answer whatever questions the doctor had.

Shocked upon recognizing the biker as Harry, Genevieve could do nothing but quietly wait by Cooper's side.

After the doctor was done with Harry, she walked up to his bed anxiously. Up close, she noticed how terrible he looked with abrasions covering his face and his left hand in a sling. "Harry."

"Genevieve." While Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of her, his voice sounded extremely hoarse.

On top of that, his lips had also cracked from dehydration.

To help him speak better, Genevieve poured a glass of water and stuck a straw in it so that he could drink slowly. Next, she dipped a cotton bud into the water and dabbed it on his cratered lips. As his bushy eyelashes fluttered for a fleeting moment, Harry watched Genevieve intently without her noticing.

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After he had moistened his throat from half a glass of water, Genevieve asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Mmm-hmm."

Placing the glass of water back on the table, Genevieve inquired, "How did you wind up in Jadeborough?"

"I came at an invitation from a friend who had just opened a bike shop," Harry answered obediently. "As he had just completed modifications for a new bike, I borrowed it for a spin."

"Did you also see a Maybach crash down the slope at Riverdale Street?" Genevieve asked anxiously.

"I think so-" Suddenly, Harry grimaced in pain. "My head hurts. It feels as if someone is piercing my brain with needles."

After retching a few times, he ended up vomiting.

Caught by surprise by his sudden symptoms, Genevieve hurriedly wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue.

Before long, the doctor who examined Harry returned and quickly gave the anxious Harry a sedative to calm him down.

He then warned Genevieve in a grim tone, "Due to the shattering of his spine and the concussion he suffered from the impact, forcing him to remember the past will only cause him pain. Thus, I suggest that you let him rest and come back tomorrow instead."

Genevieve didn't force the issue when she saw the agony on Harry's face.

Once the doctor left, she pulled Cooper aside and said softly, "Coop, you should go home. I'll stay back and take care of him."

"But you just came back from Dartan." Just from the look on her face, Cooper could tell that she must have suffered during her time there. "You should go home and rest. I'll hire a nurse to take care of him." "I'm not tired. I'm just more worried about Mando." Pursing her lips, Genevieve added, "When Harry wakes up later, I want to be the first to question him."

Given that Armand and Harry were also somewhat related by blood, she was obligated to look after the latter.

Cognizant that it was futile to try and dissuade her, Cooper was left with no choice but to go.

Genevieve subsequently contacted Harry's attending physician and got him transferred into a VIP ward.

Just when she took out his phone, intending to give the Hompton family a call, she recalled the surveillance feed showing how much Charice cared for Harry. If she comes to look after him or brings him back to Xedells, I would lose the opportunity to question him.

In the end, Genevieve decided against making the call.

Instead, she headed into the bathroom and brought out a basin of warm water. After wrenching a warm towel dry, she wiped the spots on Harry's face that weren't covered by medication. When she was done with his lips, she gave his hand a wipe.

All of a sudden, Harry's fingers twitched before he grabbed Genevieve's hand so hard that she felt as if it was going to shatter.

Catching her breath as a reflex to the sharp pain, she looked up and saw him furrowing his brows with cold sweat beading out of his forehead as if he was having a nightmare. In order to calm him, she played some light music on her phone and placed it beside his pillow.

As the soothing music echoed through his ears, the tension between his brows began to ease. Nevertheless, his grip on Genevieve's hand didn't diminish in strength.

Unable to pull her hand away, Genevieve had no choice but to let him continue holding it.

When it was three in the afternoon, Harry woke up again and was baffled to see Genevieve by his side. "Genevieve, why are you here?"

Observing his expression, she explained in a gentle voice. "You fell while riding your bike. Do you remember?"

"I did?" Harry couldn't remember anything at all. "I clearly remember that I was playing table tennis with my friends. How did I end up riding a bike?"

Genevieve sighed when she resigned herself to the fact that he hadn't regained his senses. "Are you hungry? I'll get someone to bring you food."

Harry, looking haggard with his ashen face, grunted in agreement.

When the boiled eggs she ordered arrived, Genevieve blew them cold before feeding him with a spoon.

By the time he had finished most of it, Harry was visibly in better spirits.

Worried of unsettling him again, Genevieve kept her questions for another time. Instead, she played a movie he chose on her phone and watched it together with him.

At seven in the evening, Timothy arrived at the hospital to see Genevieve.

Chapter 800

Timothy was dressed in a white shirt and black pants. The languid look in his eyes had been replaced with one that was weighed down by extreme exhaustion.

After closing the ward door behind her, Genevieve chatted with Timothy in the corridor.

"Cooper told me everything in the afternoon." Timothy unbuttoned his collar to relieve his breath. "If you need anything, just let me know."

Genevieve replied, "Harry has suffered from a mild concussion but will be fine with some rest."

Observing Timothy briefly, she lowered her voice and asked, "What happened at the club?"

"I don't remember anything." Knitting his brows, Timothy explained in an agonizing tone, "That night, I felt inexplicably frustrated and reserved a private room for myself to drink. Even though I had a little too much, I was sure I was sober when I left...."

However, after he ran into the woman named Mindy who said something to him, his memory from how they went to the hotel until he awoke the next morning was nothing but a blur.

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't recall the events.

Nonetheless, the surveillance feeds from the club and the hotel, together with the naked woman in bed with him when he woke up were impossible to refute.

If it was anytime in the past, he would have readily admitted his mistake, for he was, after all, no longer a child. Unfortunately, it had never crossed his mind that the photo Mindy took would go viral on social media with such ferocity.

Consumed by panic, he planned to hire someone to suppress the matter so that Johanna wouldn't see it.

Little did he expect Cooper to have told her about it. Before he was even awake, Johanna had already seen the pictures.

Genevieve reminded coldly, "Timothy, haven't you already noticed that Jojo wouldn't go out with someone of the opposite sex even if she was upset from arguing with you? The last time both of you fought, she dragged me out to drink at the club. It wasn't until you arrived that she flirted with the two men just to get on your nerves. When Coop checked with the staff at the club and hotel, all of them commented that you had your wits with you and didn't look drugged. This is all your fault for having no selfdiscipline at all."

Timothy's expression turned grim as he moved his lips in an attempt to defend himself.

"Luckily, both of you are divorced," Genevieve remarked in relief. "If you had done it while being married, not only would you have hurt Jojo but also Asel."

Her words triggered a flashback in Timothy's mind, where he declared in front of his father that he wanted to set an example for Asel.

In the end, he had committed such a terrible act.

"My love for Jojo is true, and so is my affection for Asel." Closing his eyes in anguish, he pleaded, "She refuses to see me no matter what. Genevieve, can you lend me a hand?"

The urgency of the situation wasn't lost upon him. In the event Johanna chose to disappear, he would never be able to find her again.

"It wouldn't have been so bad if it was any other mistake. But how am I going to help you with something like that?" Smiling wryly, she continued in a grave tone, "Timothy, to be honest, I'm in no better position than you are. Considering how long Mando has vanished, we have only found his car so far. Asel is only a few months old. In contrast, Lucian and Amanda never got the opportunity to see their dad from the time they were born until they were five. Even then, it was only for a meager few days."

Timothy apologized, "I'm sorry."

Waving her hand, Genevieve collected her dejected self and suggested, "For the time being, don't bother Jojo and Asel. Whatever it is, we'll talk about it next time."

"All right." Timothy sighed in relief before handing her a bag of gifts.

Worried that she would refuse to give it to Johanna on his behalf, Timothy retrieved a toy from the bag. "I made this just for Asel. You can say that you were the one who bought it."

Genevieve, having noticed a fresh wound on Timothy's hand, figured that he had cut himself while making the toy.

Unable to bring herself to refuse him, she accepted the bag of gifts in the end.

Upon returning to the ward, she stopped the movie when she saw how engrossed Harry was in it. "You need to rest. We can continue the movie tomorrow."

Harry's eyes sparkled. "You aren't leaving?"

"Nope, I'm staying back to watch over you." Leaving her phone on the table, Genevieve brought some warm water to help him wash his face. After applying some medication to his wounds, she left the ward once he had fallen asleep.

Five minutes later, Harry, who was supposed to be sleeping, gradually opened his eyes.