My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 212 You Are A Douchebag

“No! He can’t be dead! You have to save him!” Genevieve cried out, shaking the doctor’s hand on her knees. “He’s only in his twenties. He can’t die. Please, I’m begging you…”

“I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do.” The doctor pushed Genevieve’s hands away.

Genevieve looked at the man on the gurney and continued crying, unable to even see anything through her tears.

She looked at Steven. “Steven, please save Patrick. You can save him, right?”

Steven didn’t answer. He held back the pain in his heart as he reached out to pull the white cloth over his younger brother’s body.

Genevieve collapsed into a pile on the floor and sobbed her heart out.

She didn’t allow any of them to even suggest cremating Patrick here. In a daze, she followed Steven back to Jadeborough—Patrick’s hometown.

Still, she couldn’t muster up the courage to step into the funeral home. She stood outside and watched as Steven and a worker pushed Patrick in.

She had no more tears left to cry.

to see the ocean one day, and he

a man who loves me and would

from behind her and a voice that haunted her in her

you

belly was a spiteful

so I just had to

forced Patrick to choke down the

you! I’ll f*cking kill you!” she screeched as she ran

strange glint in Marilyn’s

their way. If Genevieve attacked

that she would never get

housekeeper jumped in shock and hurriedly stood in front of Marilyn to

then, a large hand reached out and gripped Genevieve’s wrist, sending

go!” Genevieve screamed as she tried to struggle out of his grasp. “I’m going to f*cking kill her! I’ll kill

as he looked at her fit of madness. “Wake up, Genevieve. She’s pregnant. You can’t do anything

Patrick! I want her to

hand, wanting to smack Armand across the face. However, as she blinked, his face swam more clearly into view and her body froze. A chill