Chapter 57 

Genevieve got even more curious when she saw how Patrick fled the scene quickly. 

She heard that Armand‘s mother was a sickly woman. She had given birth to a daughter when Armand was barely two years old. 

However, as the baby was born prematurely, she died before she turned one. The second wife of Armand‘s father never had any children since. She only had one son, Armand. 

Who in the Faulkner family would want to plot against Mando, and yet he tolerated whatever this person did? 

Genevieve felt a lule weak and tired, possibly because she had drawn too much blood in the afternoon. As it was already close to midnight, she went into the bedroom and slept. 

Just as she drifted off to sleep, she started feeling uncomfortable. She felt as though someone was covering her mouth and nose and she could not breathe properly. 

Genevieve tried hard to open her eyes, but she could not. 

Patrick went back to the hospital ward after smoking two cigarettes outside, thinking that Genevieve must be asleep. 

Remembering Steven‘s instructions, he tiptoed into the bedroom to check on Genevieve. 

“She drew so little blood. Whatever can happen to her?” he grumbled to himself. He had lost a lot of blood on several occasions and still survived. He did not understand what the fuss was about. 

Patrick entered the bedroom, he noticed that Genevieve‘s face was flushed red. She appeared to be gasping for

face darkened as he quickly made

touched Genevieve‘s forehead with

hot that it almost burnt his thick skin. He withdrew his hand instinctively

Her whole body was wet as though she had been fished out from

later, Timothy, who was on standby in the hospital,

over to give

nurses busied themselves in the ward. He

Her fever had subsided, and she was starting

that Genevieve‘s condition had improved, he

Chapter 57 

to ask Timothy something but the latter looked annoyed and quickly pushed him out of

Patrick was puzzled. 

oftend him. Why did he look

to take a look at Genevieve after the nurse left. Genevieve was sleeping soundly. He then

guessed that Timothy must have left it on the cart and wanted to

as he stepped out of the ward, he heard Timothy‘s angiy voice, seemingly talking to

tracks

just in case. Now you‘ve changed your mind? D*mn it!

momentary pause, Timothy‘s voice rang out again. “Don‘t explain anymore. I‘m a

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