Johanna could not beat Timothy. Every time she peeled a prawn, he would eat it when she was not paying attention. She was so furious that she was on the verge of crying.
Left with no choice, she peeled for both him and Genevieve. Only then did Timothy stop his sneak attacks.
After eating, Genevieve asked Timothy to send Johanna back while she hailed a cab to the hospital.
She nodded at the bodyguards guarding the door before entering the hospital ward.
Even though she had only been absent for two weeks, the room felt unfamiliar when she stepped in. Armand was still fast asleep on the bed.
Genevieve went to wash her face in the bathroom first. After coming out, she sat beside the hospital bed and stared at Armand quietly.
He had been unconscious for more than a month but still showed no signs of waking up. A faint feeling of sorrow engulfed her.
Timothy had told her that that one month was the most critical period—if he did not wake up by then, the chances of him waking up in the future would be slim.
Genevieve placed his hand against her forehead and mumbled, “If you’re done sleeping, wake up. I don’t want to manage the company for you.”
She had already taken revenge on Marilyn. Now that Martha was dead too, she had also avenged Patrick. After dealing with the Wood family, she would not stay in Jadeborough anymore.
She wanted to fulfill Patrick’s wish. However, if Armand remained unconscious, she could not leave.
After that busy day, Genevieve was physically and mentally exhausted. Leaning against the bed, she soon fell asleep.
Waking up groggily in the middle of her sleep, she suddenly felt that it was uncomfortable sleeping while sitting up. Hence, she kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep beside Armand.
The hospital ward was silent.
After a long time, Timothy pushed the door open and entered, holding a tray.
When he saw Genevieve sleeping on the hospital bed, he picked up a syringe from the tray and poked the needle into her arm gently.
Still dreaming, Genevieve frowned. The medicine started taking effect within her and she fell into a deep sleep.
Timothy was about to pat Genevieve’s face to check if she was actually sleeping.
However, Cooper grabbed his arm with an unhappy expression. “Your hand is filled with germs. Don’t touch her.”
Timothy rolled his eyes at him. Tossing the syringe onto the tray, he complained, “Mr. Sutton, you’re such a b*stard! You said that you’re going to treat me to a drink, but in the end, you tried to pry information out of me making me drunk!”
“Wait, how did you find out that I lied to you?” asked Timothy, feeling perplexed. “My acting was so good that even Steven was deceived.”
Cooper adjusted his glasses and explained calmly, “Fools always think that they’re so smart. Firstly, you’ve been friends with Armand for so many years. If he really got into an accident, you can’t possibly act so happily with others just a few days after the accident. Secondly, he definitely knows that Samantha has sided with Peter because he’s already got a plan, he sold his Central Group stocks to you and me.”
At a loss for words, all Timothy could do was clap for him.
“Mr. Faulkner…” Cooper walked to the hospital bed and gazed at Armand, who had been sleeping there for more than a month. He asked with a smile, “Am I right?”
Armand’s eyes were still closed.
Cooper glanced at Timothy, who spread his arms and said lazily, “It’s true that Armand’s severely injured. He has been unconscious for the past few weeks and only recently woke up. You can’t wake him up… probably because he’s sleeping well with his wife accompanying him.”
Cooper lowered his head and saw Genevieve lying in Armand’s arms. A cold look flitted across his face as he stretched out his arms, wanting to carry her away from the bed.
However, Armand suddenly moved and placed a hand over Genevieve’s waist.
Cooper scoffed coldly. “Since you’ve already woken up a few weeks ago, why are you still lying in bed? Are you trying to win Genevieve’s pity?”
“That’s not true. Armand’s legs can’t move,” explained Timothy as he raised his hands. “I swear that I’m not lying to you. Armand, say something if you’re awake.” He glanced at the man lying on the bed.
After a while, Armand finally opened his eyes. There was an unreadable and cold look in his eyes, just that they seemed quite unfocused.
“Are the lights off, Timothy?”
