“Yes.” Armand seemed indifferent the entire time. It was as if going blind was not an issue for him.
It was then Genevieve recalled that Armand had lost his eyesight once fourteen years ago.
Back then, his injury had been grievous—his eyes were swashed in thick bandages, but he seemed unfazed at that time too.
Once in a while, he would talk to her on the balcony, and he would even have a small smile on his face.
Genevieve wondered why she was thinking about that when he was the one injured.
As she furrowed her brows, she dismissed those memories in her mind.
After going back to the ward, Genevieve went to wash up before putting on light makeup. “I’m going to Central Group. Should I get Dr. Jensen to keep you company?”
“Go a little later,” Armand said. “Darling, I want to have some water.”
By then, Genevieve was already at the entrance. When she heard the hoarseness of his voice, she halted in her tracks and ended up walking back.
After adjusting the bed for him to sit up, she then filled a glass of water and placed the glass by his lips. Armand then slowly sipped from the glass until he finished everything.
Some of the water splashed onto his hospital gown.
Armand said, “Darling, help me wipe my mouth.”
“Wipe it yourself,” Genevieve huffed as she shoved a piece of tissue into his hands. “Also, can you call me by my name?”
As Armand turned at her, he pursed his lips and said, “I can’t see.”
A beat later, Genevieve thought. You’re f*cking blind, not immobile!
Nevertheless, she took the tissue out of the man’s hands and wiped the water away from his lips. Then, she threw the tissue into the bin.
The furrow in Armand’s brows relaxed. It seemed like he was happy.
After having some water, his voice sounded more pleasant. “You’re my wife. Calling you by your name makes us sound like strangers. Should I call you ‘Love’ instead?”
“I don’t think that makes us sound like strangers.” Genevieve did not like him calling her by a nickname that was too intimate.
“Love,” Armand said. “I’m hungry.”
Genevieve was so livid her temples throbbed. After a moment of tamping her fury down, she said, “Don’t call me ‘Love’, or I’m going to leave you in the hospital and never come back for you!”
Armand fell silent.
After a long while of looking through the delivery apps, Genevieve finally found a restaurant that focused on preparing food for patients. Upon ordering a set, she then messaged Johanna to tell her that she was busy and would only head to the office in the afternoon.
When she clicked out of the chatbox, she noticed the message Cooper sent her.
Cooper told her that he was going overseas for a business talk that would take around a month. He also told her to contact his assistant if she could not reach him.
At that, Genevieve grumbled inwardly. What kind of business talk takes a month?
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Armand suddenly asked, “How has the company been during my coma? How’s Steven?”
“I’m currently the CEO of the Central Group…” Genevieve started as she gave the man a glance.
There was something in her mind that told her that Armand had made all the arrangements earlier on. Why else would Steven show me those documents?
However, who would risk their life and wealth like that?
Genevieve then told Armand everything that happened over the past month, including how she had tortured Marilyn the night before and how she had orchestrated a forced suicide on Martha.
Nevertheless, after hearing her explanation, Armand only said, “You must have had it hard.”
“It wasn’t that bad. I’ve learned quite a lot too.”
Genevieve had learned how to manage a company under Cooper and the secretarial department’s guidance. Furthermore, she had used Armand’s power to take revenge on Marilyn.
She should be the one thanking him.
Soon, the deliveryman called, and Genevieve headed out to get the food.
Initially, she wanted to have Armand eat the food himself, but she realized that the oatmeal was piping hot. Hence, she sat beside the bed and got a scoop before handing it to his lips.
Armand lowered his head and ate it.
As Genevieve fed him, she said, “I’ve given Mirrin forty million and asked her to go overseas.”
“Okay.”
Genevieve could not hold herself back anymore at his flat tone. “The Faulkner family has abandoned you despite the achievements you’ve made for Faulkner Group. Do you not feel upset about that?”
