My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 237 They Must Have Gotten Into A Fight

After watching Armand leave the house, the servant went back to bed.

The next morning, she did not see the leather shoes the man usually wore or his coat on the hanger. Hence, she assumed that he had been out the entire night.

Genevieve simply gave an indifferent laugh when she heard the housekeeper. “He probably had something important to tend to.”

However, the servant was not convinced, for that was not what it looked like based on the expression she saw on Armand. The man looked like he was mad. Could they have gotten into a fight in the bedroom?

The housekeeper had her assumptions but dared not gossip about them.

After breakfast, Genevieve sent Steven a message to ask about the cemetery’s location, and when she got it, her eyes immediately welled up because that was also where her parents and grandmother were buried.

Genevieve went to a dessert shop to get two boxes of cream puffs before making her way to the cemetery.

Since she had been there twice, she knew of a shortcut to get there and did not have to rely on her phone.

the dessert in her hand and soon saw Steven, who was standing in front

members of the funeral service company keeping busy under a large

usually kept his back straight, so he looked somewhat despondent with it slightly

slowly until she finally reached

spoke to Genevieve, his eyes downcast. “Patrick had always been a smart kid. It doesn’t matter if it’s a contest on hacking or sniping skills because he’d always come out on top. The Ministry of National Security wanted to recruit him before he even graduated from military school, but I didn’t let

in a car accident, and the culprit just drove off. The guy was never brought to justice. My mother basically had to raise me on her own, and when she was diagnosed with gastric cancer,

was desperate to get money to treat his sick mother. He had

beat him up along with the workers there. When the owner told him that he would get his hands chopped off, Steven immediately swung his fists at the men and made

Steven just so happened to bump into a young man walking out of a cafe and heading for a car parked by the roadside, and that person

about to go home when he saw the owner of the arcade rush

the arcade owner and managed to get

by looking at the man’s clothes and car, so he immediately begged Armand

had not returned to his arcade yet, snorted at Steven before turning to Armand. “I wouldn’t trust him if I were you. He just tried to steal from me; that should be enough to tell you what kind of person he is. Besides, he’s from the slums. Do you think he’ll

protested Steven. “I just need enough money so that my