Perhaps it was because of Marilyn’s overly tight grip on Armand’s arm. He finally lowered his incessant stare from the operating room to her.
His gaze was deep, yet icy cold. Marilyn felt her heart skip a beat out of fear.
Armand looked at the police officers. “I’ve notified the station that I will take care of this case. Where did you learn that she had returned to Jadeborough?”
“W-Well…” the police officer that he was looking at stuttered. “Genevieve Rachford was wanted nationwide. She was spotted by a kind-hearted citizen when she returned to Jadeborough. That citizen called us, and that’s how we found her.”
“Who is this kind-hearted citizen? Give me their phone number.”
“Mr. Faulkner, Genevieve Rachford is suspected of murder. It’s only right that we take her to the station,” the police officer said. “Are you trying to cover her up?”
Armand narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone, “She can’t speak. Besides, you’ve checked the phone that was left at the scene of the crime. Did you find any evidence that Genevieve was guilty?”
Marilyn could already see the cold sweat forming on the police officers’ foreheads at Armand’s questioning. After all, she knew his tricks.
She was afraid that if he continued his interrogation, the police officers might not be able to keep things under wraps.
Her face paled. She held her stomach in pain and called out, “My stomach hurts… Mando…”
The police officer caught sight of her meaningful glance and bowed to Armand. “Since you wish to settle this on your own, Mr. Faulkner, we will no longer interfere with this case.”
After that, he hurriedly left with his colleagues.
Marilyn was still clutching Armand’s shirt. She leaned against him and said, “Mando, the baby is kicking me. Can you take me to a doctor?”
Armand’s eyes glinted, and his aura became even more intimidating, causing Marilyn to shiver in fright.
To her surprise, he picked her up and brought her to the other corridor.
Marilyn finally let go of the anxiety in her heart. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against his chest.
She knew that this man only loved her.
Cooper only knew that Genevieve had been receiving a dilation and curettage procedure when the door to the operating room opened and the doctor walked out.
His heart ached.
The moment Genevieve was sent to the ward, he followed closely after her.
That night, when he saw her run to the car by the side of the road, giggling as she talked to whoever was inside and pulling the man to the car behind them, and later, her tweet, he knew that she was deeply in love with Armand, and she wasn’t even hiding it.
Cooper leaned down and caressed Genevieve’s cold cheek with his fingers gently.
He was heartbroken and remorseful, and he blamed himself.
If he had been smarter and realized sooner that he had simply been someone else’s pawn for the last twenty years, then all of his revenge wouldn’t have been necessary.
He wouldn’t have ruined the Rachford family, nor would he have lost her.
They grew up together, after all. In fact, he had long been in love with her, but he just wasn’t willing to admit it.
Suddenly, Cooper’s hand was forcefully removed from Genevieve’s face.
The man’s grip was so strong that Cooper felt his wrist was about to snap in half.
Armand stood next to him and furrowed his brows. “What are you doing to my wife?”
“Your wife?” Cooper scoffed, holding back the pain from his wrist. “Your relationship with Genevieve is just business. This whole marriage is a farce. She may have loved you once upon a time, but not anymore—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Cooper felt a click at his wrist. The pain that shot up his arm was almost numbing.
He gritted his teeth to swallow the pain and looked up at Armand. He wasn’t afraid of the chilly aura emanating from the other man as he said, “She lost the babies. There’s nothing between you two anymore.”
