Genevieve sat in the living room and called Golden Restaurant to order a few dishes. She noticed Armand heading toward the pantry in his wheelchair.
She looked away quickly and focused on her call.
After ordering their dinner, Genevieve suddenly heard noises of something shattering in the pantry.
She rushed to the pantry and saw glass fragments on the floor around the wheelchair. Steam rose from a puddle on the floor.
She glanced at the wheelchair and saw Armand had spilled boiling water on his cotton pants. Furthermore, his left arm was red from being scalded.
Genevieve was nearly scared out of her wit.
She quickly pushed Armand into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with water. At the same time, she turned on the shower and directed it onto his arm and legs.
“Didn’t I tell you the setup of the pantry? Why did you take the kettle?” Genevieve could not help but scold him. “Even if the kettle was in the wrong direction, didn’t you feel hot when you touch it?”
“I deliberately took the kettle,” Armand said expressionlessly.
He could not stop himself from shuddering as pain spread from his skin to his whole body.
“What?” Genevieve thought she had misheard. “Why would you lift a kettle?”
Armand pursed his pale lips. “I wanted to know how it feels to have boiling water on my body. Now, I finally felt it… It hurts.”
The hot water had spilled onto his thighs and arm. He found the pain hard to bear.
Armand remembered the time when Marilyn scalded Genevieve’s legs with hot water. Genevieve must have fainted from the pain.
However, he did not take her side and even scolded her.
Genevieve suddenly remembered the incident. Her eyes grew red, and she felt an ache in her heart.
Still, she did not say anything.
Once there was enough cold water in the bathtub, Genevieve helped Armand to get in and let him soak in it.
Suddenly, Armand raised his hand to touch Genevieve’s face tentatively.
He caressed her face with his fingers and said, “Darling, I’m sorry.”
“It’s all in the past. You didn’t have to scald your legs to experience my pain.” Genevieve slapped Armand’s hand away and continued fiercely. “Armand, if your recovering legs become more severe because of this scalding incident, I’m sending you back to Swallow Garden!”
“Please don’t abandon me.” Armand’s Adam’s apple trembled. He pleaded softly, “Darling, you are all I have left.”
Genevieve had never seen Armand appear this weak before her. She remembered his background and how the Faulkner family treated him.
Other than money, he truly had nothing left.
“Stay in the bathtub,” Genevieve ordered sternly. She immersed his scalded arm in the cold water and left to search for her phone.
Then, she called Timothy.
After ten minutes, Timothy came to the house with a medical kit. He glanced around and said, “Your house is beautiful. Oh, how did Armand get scalded?”
“He took a kettle of hot water and poured it onto himself,” Genevieve replied in a mocking tone and led him to Armand’s bedroom.
Timothy was rendered speechless.
He entered the bathroom and saw Armand lying in the bathtub. Thus, he knocked on the bathroom door and said,
“Armand, I allowed you to get hurt a little to garner her pity, but you didn’t have to go overboard,” Timothy complained. “Don’t you know you could have died from severe scalding?”
Armand asked him, “What was Genevieve’s reaction?”
Timothy scoffed and lied deliberately. “How else could she react? She gloated at your injury. If you died, she would inherit all your assets.”
“Timothy!” Armand raised his voice.
“Fine.” Timothy stopped joking. “She looked terrible and was angry.”
Armand smiled slightly upon hearing that.
Then, Timothy tried to help Armand to get up, but Armand waved his hand dismissively. “Can you lock the door?”
