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Genevieve gave a slight smile, thinking that Louis had really gone overboard with his enthusiasm.
She waited there until Darrell came home, then invited him to dinner. He gladly accepted, and they left only after finishing their meal.
Darrell even looked at her with satisfaction.
He
e was
relieved because she seemingly finally let go of her past and was starting to see the world with open eyes.
“Louis is a decent guy. You’re just not well–acquainted enough. Take your time,” Darrell said.
Genevieve’s lips went stiff from all the forced smiling. “Dad, we’ve only just met and we’re just friends…”
Even though Louis said he liked her a few times, she wasn’t quite ready to believe it as true.
Darrell smiled and didn’t say much. He went straight upstairs to report this to his wife.
Genevieve’s foot injury gradually improved after a few days of resting at home.
Selene would call her from time to time to share some gossip.
Early in the morning, Genevieve received a call from Selene. Still groggy, she answered it. “Ms. Quinn, you’re up so early?”
Selene chuckled, a hint of excitement in her voice. “Let me tell you. Lately, Anthony has been searching for you like crazy. He even came looking for me; he’s practically turned the whole Acocester upside down!”
-Genevieve fell silent for a few seconds, then snapped to attention, her gaze gradually turning clear and chilly. “Looking for
me?”
“Yeah, maybe after being made a laughingstock for being cuckolded, he thinks you’re more obedient and wants you Selene scoffed. “But I won’t tell him. He actually thinks everyone’s chasing after a two–timing scumbag like him!”
back!”
Genevieve tugged at the corner of her lips as her eyelashes drooped slightly. “Don’t bother with him. He’ll only ruin our
mood.”
Selene hung up after chatting a short while longer with Genevieve.
The doctor came to check Genevieve’s foot, and only after confirming it was fully healed did Darrell allow her to
go
out.
The weather was clear and bright.
The moment she stepped out, even her mood lifted.
Before reaching the office, she received a call from Margaret.
Margaret’s voice sounded a bit off, like she was upset.
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After a few pleasantries, she finally got to the point. “Gen, why didn’t you tell me such big news? I was so sad when I found out you guys were divorced,”
Genevieve fell silent for a moment, feeling a pang of bitterness in her heart.
Margaret had always been incredibly kind to her.
“I’m sorry, Grandma Margaret…” Genevieve murmured softly.
“How could it be your fault? I know it’s all Tony’s fault. That woman of his doesn’t hold a candle to you, not even close. Tony is truly blind. I’ve been feeling upset these days. I failed you for not being able to protect you…” Margaret said sorrowfully.
Genevieve’s heart clenched, and she quickly said, “Please don’t be upset, Grandma Margaret. I still think of you as my own grandma even after the divorce.”
Margaret took a deep breath. “Forget it. Let’s not talk about that anymore. I heard you’re working at Eagle Entertainment. I’m at the café opposite your office. Let’s meet up.”
Genevieve also believed it would be best to discuss things in person, so she agreed and picked up speed.
Five minutes later, Genevieve arrived and parked downstairs.
Just as she was about to get out of the car, she saw the elderly couple across the street. Margaret waved at her joyfully.
Genevieve smiled and waved back. She was just about to walk over when she noticed Margaret eagerly pulling Frank
toward her direction.
Right at that moment, a beat–up red car parked at the roadside suddenly roared to life. Giving no time for anyone to react, it sped directly toward Margaret and Frank.
Genevieve’s face paled. “Wait! Don’t come over…
She screamed at the top of her lungs, but it was already too late.
push Mer
Frank reacted fast, instinctively trying to away, but it was too late.
Due to the tremendous impact, he tumbled onto the car when it rammed into him and then instantly fell off.
cal feet away.
Margaret, on the other hand, was hit and thrown several feet away, unconscious.
The car revved and then, without stopping, sped away.
The person in the driver’s seat flashed past Genevieve’s eyes.
It was too fast, and Genevieve couldn’t see the person’s entire face clearly. However, the black curly hair and a prominent dark mole on the side of their face were particularly noticeable.
Genevieve’s face was drained of all color. She wasted no time and rushed over in panic. “Grandpa Frank, Grandma Margaret…”
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Genevieve took out her phone, trembling, and dialed emergency service before calling the police. Her voice was calm and clear as she described what had happened.
Despite so, she could feel the sweat in her palms, that sense of dread spreading through every corner of her body, rendering her unable to control the sudden surge of grief.
Genevieve then tried calling Anthony, but no one answered.
She leveraged the Lawrence family’s connections to secure the best doctor and followed them all the way as they were pushed to the emergency room.
Shaking like a leaf, she dialed Anthony’s number again. It was finally answered this time, but it wasn’t Anthony on the other
end.
Rosalie’s voice was coy, her tone melodious. “Ms. Lawrence, why are you still shamelessly clinging onto Anthony? You’re divorced. Don’t you know how to keep your distance? Are you trying to play hard to get?”
Genevieve’s heart sank, her tone turning cold. “Where’s Anthony?”
Rosalie chuckled lightly, deliberately maintaining an ambiguous tone, her voice dripping with flirtation. “He’s taking a shower and doesn’t have time to take your call. If you have any decency, stop being a nuisance and disturbing our quality time together!”
Rosalie promptly hung up the phone after that.
Genevieve glanced out the window for a few seconds, then chuckled lightly.
She didn’t need to imagine what happened between them. Anthony would probably overlook it even if Rosalie had betrayed
him.
It seemed they were truly in love.
She regained her composure and dialed Anthony’s assistant, Daniel, detailing the accident and urging him to inform the Hoffman family to come to the hospital.
Daniel wasted no time and acted swiftly.
Meanwhile, in the VIP room at the hospital, Anthony emerged from the bathroom to find Rosalie holding his phone.
His brow furrowed. “What are you doing?”
If Samson hadn’t accidentally peed on him, Anthony wouldn’t have been cleaning himself. Anthony was a bit of a germophobia.
Rosalie panicked, attempting to delete the call logs with Genevieve, but she was already a step too late.
Anthony snatched the phone away, scanning through it briefly. His expression immediately turned cold. “She called me, and you answered?”
Rosalie stood there in a panic, her eyes reddened, appearing extremely aggrieved. “I was worried something urgent was up,
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so I said you were in the shower, and she hung up right away. Anthony, is she still pestering you? She’s still aiming for Mrs. Hoffman’s position. The divorce is just a ploy. Don’t fall for it!”
There was a trace of impatience in Anthony’s eyes as his tone grew colder. “You’d better not touch my phone in the future.”
Rosalie looked at him with teary eyes, appearing pitiful. Her tone was weak and flustered. “I’m sorry, it was my fault. I was just too anxious because I suffer from depression and I can’t find my child. How about I go explain to Ms. Lawrence…”
Anthony’s gaze darkened, and the coldness in his aura diminished when he heard about her illness. “No need. You’ll only make things worse.”
As he spoke, his phone rang again.
He hurried to check and found it was from Daniel.
Anthony answered, and Daniel spoke rapidly, sounding urgent. “Mr. Hoffman, Ms. Lawrence said that your grandparents were in a car accident. They’re currently in the hospital, undergoing emergency treatment…”
Anthony was startled, his demeanor instantly turning icy. “What did you say?”
Without a second thought, he turned and hurried out, wondering, ‘Could Genevieve have contacted me because of this?”
Upon hearing their conversation, Rosalie eagerly followed him outside. “I haven’t met Grandpa Frank and Grandma Margaret yet. Let me come with you. I’m worried as well…”
