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Chapter 1003
Genevieve pursed her lips at Armand's reply and typed: No! A colleague saw my lunch, and I was worried she would
ask for an address if I told her I ordered delivery, so I just said it came from my boyfriend. If I'd known she was such
a gossip, I would've told her my brother sent me to lunch.
Armand: Good thing you didn't. Anyway, everything's done. Hand over your work in the next couple of days before
you move to the office upstairs.
Genevieve: That's fast.
They had just finished their examination in the morning, and the results were out after lunch.
Armand replied: All thanks to our talented Mrs. Faulkner.
Genevieve arched her brows as she read his message, clearly flattered by his praise. However, something in his
text soon niggled at her mind.
She asked: We're just dating. I feel like an old, married woman when you call me Mrs. Faulkner.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe arrived at the restroom and kept her phone.
Genevieve was about to push open the door when she saw a sign at the entrance saying the toilet was out of use
because of a faulty pipe.
She shrugged and headed upstairs.
It was her time of the month, and the first day of the cycle always exhausted her, likely because of blood loss. She
typically spent the entire day feeling drained.
After using the restroom upstairs, Genevieve checked her phone.
Armand's text was waiting for her. Should I call you Darling, then? Or I could just call you mine.
Genevieve was grudgingly impressed by his wittiness.
Smirking, she was about to reply to his message when another text came in: I had masala chai delivered to your
table. Make sure you finish it.
Damn that masala chai!
Genevieve's mood was ruined. She sent him an emoji of someone vomiting. Just as she was keeping her phone, she
suddenly slipped and fell down the stairs.
There was a panel of glass at the end of the stairwell, and Genevieve rammed right into it. Glass shards flew
everywhere.
She was wearing a midi dress that day, and a glass shard pierced her calf, immediately drawing blood.
Genevieve winced and gasped in pain.
Fortunately, a cleaning lady was heading upstairs to clean the restroom and came upon a bleeding Genevieve
sitting in a pool of glass shards. The cleaning lady shrieked in surprise and quickly called for an ambulance.
Meanwhile, Armand had just sent away the institution head's secretary. On his way back to the office, he noticed
employees crowding the stairwell and caught a glimpse of Genevieve.
His gaze darkened, and he immediately pushed his way through the crowd.
Genevieve sat on the ground, her arms littered with tiny cuts. Her left calf, however, was bleeding profusely after
being sliced by a large glass shard, and the bandage around her wound failed to stem the blood flow.
Aware of Genevieve's coagulation disorder, Armand quickly scooped her into his arms and ran downstairs.
He settled her in his car and ordered the driver to drive as quickly as he could. With a government vehicle and an
emergency to boot, the driver ran every red light along the way and got them to General Hospital in about five
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The doctor at the hospital also knew of Genevieve's condition. They promptly dispatched medical staff to administer
emergency treatment.
Armand stood outside the ward screen and waited, his hands and shirt covered in Genevieve's blood. Worried that
Genevieve would require a blood transfusion, he asked the staff to retrieve the entire stock of Genevieve's blood
type from the blood bank.
A nurse soon showed up with several bags of blood.
She told Armand, “Mr. Faulkner, we're only left with three bags of blood. You must think of a way to store more, or
the next time Ms. Rachford is injured...” She trailed off, the unspoken meaning in her words loud and clear.
Armand massaged his temples and smiled bitterly.
He wanted that more than anything in the world, yet after Marilyn's sudden death from gastrointestinal bleeding, he
had failed to find another person who shared Genevieve's rare blood type.
Genevieve had been raised like a princess, and in Armand's opinion, she deserved nothing but the best in life. Alas,
she had suffered immensely in recent times.
Armand called Cali and instructed her, “No one is allowed to access the surveillance camera footage or anything in
that stairwell.
How could a glass panel suddenly appear in the stairwell?
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