Chapter 30 Help Me
The old lady, Harriet Clarke, stood aside as she looked at Genevieve with an approving smile on her face.
She actually recognized Genevieve right away when the latter approached them.
Frankie had brought along Genevieve’s information and recent updates on the girl when he came over to make his reports to Harriet the other day.
Even though Harriet wished that Armand would get married as soon as possible, the Faulkner family was still a respectable family after all. Genevieve did not come from a reputable family, nor did she have a good reputation. Hence, Harriet had good reasons to doubt Armand’s choice.
She was about to ask Armand to bring Genevieve back home so that she could scare the latter off.
However, Harriet did not expect to bump into Genevieve when she was picking out a suit for her grandson. Genevieve’s actions had made Harriet change her mind.
It seemed that Armand had truly looked for a decent granddaughter-in-law for her this time.
Patrick came over, clutching Genevieve’s things, as the latter argued with the shop assistant.
He recognized Harriet right away and nearly choked from the surprise. “Mrs—”
Harriet shot a look at the man and shook her head, signaling him to keep the revelation to himself.
Thus, Patrick could only swallow his words.
Genevieve heard the man and assumed that he was addressing her instead. “Patrick, what’s the matter?”
“Mrs. Faulkner, you’re so awesome!” Patrick said in an attempt to cover up his blunder. “How dare these shop assistants look down on other people! It’s time they learn their lesson!”
Genevieve smiled and held Harriet’s arm. “Let’s go, madam. I think there are other stores selling suits on this floor. Let me show you around. We don’t have to stay here and be humiliated by the others.”
“Will it cause you trouble?” the old lady asked with an amicable smile.
Genevieve somehow felt that the old lady resembled her grandmother for a split second. She felt tears brimming in her eyes as she replied tenderly, “Of course not. I’m only out for window shopping today.”
Harriet nodded and said, “Okay.”
Patrick tailed behind Genevieve and Harriet as they headed out of the boutique. Then, he hurriedly sent a text to Armand.
Meanwhile, at Central Group, Armand was having his first meeting with the top management of the group after coming back from overseas.
Over forty people from the top management occupied the spacious conference room. A senior executive was making his reports as Armand, who was presiding over the conference room, flipped through some documents. The air in the conference room was filled with tension.
All of a sudden, the phone on the table vibrated.
It was a text message from Patrick that read: Armand, something happened! I accompanied Mrs. Faulkner to do some shopping, and we bumped into Old Mrs. Faulkner!
Armand furrowed his brows after reading the text from Patrick.
When he was getting the marriage certificate with Genevieve the other day, it was the call from the Faulkner residence claiming that Harriet had fainted while having lunch that made him leave Genevieve and rush back home.
Armand still vividly remembered the pale and sickly look on Harriet’s face as she lay on the bed. It seemed as if she would be bedridden for months.
The old lady even talked to him as if she was heaving her last breaths, “Armand, I’m afraid I cannot hold on much longer. I won’t be able to leave in peace if I don’t see you get married and have kids…”
Hence, Armand was befuddled by the fact that Harriet was spotted shopping at the mall.
When Armand thought of the negative news about Genevieve recently, his eyes darkened as he texted Patrick: Think of a way to separate them.
I’m going to ask Frankie to go pick my grandmother up.
He reckoned that Harriet must have known something already by then. Hence, Armand knew that his grandmother would not have fancied Genevieve.
However, he still needed the woman.
Just when Armand was about to contact Frankie, Patrick sent him another text message that read: Wow, Old Mrs. Faulkner is holding Mrs. Faulkner’s hand. It seems like she adores Mrs. Faulkner!
Armand was rendered speechless.
Meanwhile, back in the mall, Genevieve held Harriet’s hand as they chatted away. Genevieve could not help but address Harriet as “Grandma” endearingly.
Then, Genevieve realized that it might have been inappropriate for her to do so and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, madam. My grandma just passed away. She was about your age. I just can’t help but see her in you and keep calling you Grandma…”
“It’s okay,” Harriet said warmly and patted Genevieve’s hand. “I like that you’re calling me Grandma. You may continue to do so.”
Pleased with the old lady’s generosity, Genevieve smiled. “Grandma, who are you picking out suits for?”
“It’s for my grandson,” Harriet said before glancing at Genevieve and continuing, “He’s really busy at work, and he has no one to care for him. So, he’s only got a few sets of suits. Miss, why don’t you help me pick out two sets?”
“Sure.” Genevieve nodded. “I was in the boutique to pick out two sets of suits for my husband as well.”
She actually planned to return Armand’s courtesy in getting her a wedding gift by getting him two sets of suits. Nonetheless, she did not expect to bump into the shop assistant humiliating the old lady.
“You’re so sweet,” Harriet said smilingly.
Genevieve took Harriet into another boutique and asked for the latter’s grandson’s size.
The old lady pointed at Patrick and said, “He’s about the size of this man.”
Patrick could not help but roll his eyes silently. Armand is bulkier than me, and he’s not even as handsome as well. How could we be the same?
