My Flirtacious Husband

At the Faulkner residence, after Harriet prayed, she had wanted to stay at the church longer with Samantha. However, after she heard about the incident, the two rushed home in the afternoon. Harriet sat on the couch for a long time with a grim expression after learning about what had happened from one of the housekeepers, Mandy. The other housekeepers were standing by the side with their heads hanging low, not daring to breathe loudly. The housekeepers were either busy upstairs or in the courtyard in the early morning. No one would expect such a shocking incident to happen in the house. According to them, Genevieve had pushed Marilyn, causing the latter almost to have a miscarriage. Even though the Faulkner family was filled with their descendants, Harriet liked Samuel and Armand the most. However, Samuel had passed away in an accident, leaving Marilyn and the baby in her tummy behind. Thus, Harriet loved her unborn great-grandchild a lot. Some of the housekeepers even felt that as much as Harriet liked Genevieve, she would never forgive the latter for such a grave mistake. Just as the housekeepers felt uneasy, Harriet suddenly rose to her feet. With a darkened expression, she walked toward Armand, who was standing next to the couch. She lifted her hand and slapped him hard across the face. The slap was so loud that it scared the housekeepers. They were old housekeepers who had been serving the Faulkner family for a long time. Whenever Armand came to the Faulkner residence, Harriet was thrilled to see him. Hence, they had never seen her hitting him. W-What is happening? “Armand, I’m very disappointed in you,” Harriet said while shaking her head and putting her hand down in a huff. She had been alive for a long time and had seen all kinds of deceptions and the worst of human nature. Of course, she would not believe everything a maid said. This was the first time in Harriet’s life that she had beaten Armand. She was exasperated that her grandchild had publicly taken Marilyn’s side without investigating what happened. He even ignored Genevieve, who had severe burns on her legs. Armand’s expression was still ice-cold, even after being slapped. He lowered his gaze and said, “Yes. You did right by punishing me.” “Mom, just leave this matter to Armand,” said Samantha. She had stepped out to smooth things over. She held onto Harriet’s arm and said, “You’re tired. Let me help you up to rest.” Harriet glared at Armand and sneered, “Right. He has his way of doing things. There’s no need for an old lady like me to take charge.” With that, she let Samantha help her, and they both went up to the second floor. In the living room, the housekeepers lowered their breathing rates even more. They saw Armand sitting at the end of the couch with his wrist on his knees. He looked casual, but the cold aura he exuded was terrifying. After a while, Armand asked flatly, “Who treated Mdm. Genevieve’s wounds?” “I-It’s me.” A younger female housekeeper stepped out from the crowd of housekeepers. She was the one who had served Genevieve beef pie last night. Armand looked at her. “Is she injured badly?” “Her burns are severe. Both her legs, from her thighs to her calves, were burnt red. Some parts had blisters too.” The housekeeper could not help but shudder as she recalled the horrific sight. If there are blisters on her burns, then it must be serious. Armand thought about how the woman looked at him calmly, yet she must have put a lot of effort into suppressing the pain she felt in both legs. His throat tightened after hearing what the housekeeper said. “Did she leave with the doctor?” “Mdm. Genevieve did not want me to call the doctor.” The housekeeper thought for a while and added, “But she called Mr. Patrick. I think they went to the hospital together.” After hearing that, Armand’s furrowed brows relaxed a little. He waved and called the other housekeeper, Mandy. “Mandy, repeat what you just told Old Mrs. Faulkner.”