My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 111 He Knew She Was Crying

Armand. It wasn’t until then that he noticed that her face was extremely pale. There was also a hint of agony in her expression because of the pain. Frowning, he released her immediately. When he turned to go back upstairs, he demanded the housekeeper coldly, “Call for a doctor!” “Understood.” Knowing that Timothy wouldn’t be able to come downstairs while busy taking care of Marilyn, the housekeeper reached for the landline again, but Genevieve held her hand down. “That won’t be necessary.” “But Mdm. Genevieve, your legs…” The housekeeper glanced at the drenched hem of Genevieve’s dress before saying in worry, “Those burns will leave scars if we don’t tend to them in time…” Ignoring the housekeeper, Genevieve took out her phone and dialed a number. After around ten or so minutes, Patrick arrived at the Faulkner residence. He was surprised when he saw Genevieve’s pale face when he entered the living room. “What happened to you, Genev?” Instead of replying to him, she stood up from the couch while gritting her teeth. “Come help me up.” After Patrick moved closer, she leaned against his arm before tentatively taking a step. The excruciating pain in her legs made her face contort with agony. “You should stop, Mdm. Genevieve.” The housekeeper could sense her pain just by looking at her. “I’ll call a doctor.” Forcing herself, Genevieve took two more steps to get accustomed to the pain before turning around to instruct the housekeeper, “Inform Old Mrs. Faulkner when she returns that I’ll dine with her another day.” “Mdm. Genevieve…” Even though the housekeeper wanted to say something, Genevieve left with Patrick physically supporting her. It took her all of her strength just to walk out of the house. No longer able to hold herself up, she almost collapsed as her legs shivered. Frowning, Patrick caught her in time. “Genev, are your legs hurt?” He saw the bucket beside the couch as soon as he entered the house. Judging from the housekeeper’s tone of voice, Genevieve seemed to have suffered a grave injury, but he couldn’t check on her condition. She refused to reply while struggling to walk with her head hung low. Due to exertion, the veins on the back of her hand popped up. Seeing that she wasn’t about to reply to him, Patrick braced himself before leaning over to reach his arms underneath her legs and lift her. The moment his arm came into contact with her legs, she gasped while clutching onto his shirt tightly. She buried her face in his chest as she shuddered. “Hang in there. I’m taking you to the hospital.” Patrick carried her while hurrying to the car. Soon, he felt a warm liquid seeping through his shirt and landing on his chest, causing him to stop in his tracks for a moment. He knew Genevieve was crying. Upon reaching the car, Patrick opened the backdoor with one hand before gently laying Genevieve down on the seat. Then, he climbed into the driver’s seat and drove the car out of the Faulkner residence. Patrick called the hospital as he drove, informing them that he had a patient who got scalded. Upon hearing that, Genevieve said while enduring the pain, “I’m not going to the hospital.” “This won’t do. I heard the housekeeper mention that your injuries are serious. Let’s get it checked at the hospital first,” Patrick objected. “No. We’re going to Regality Gardens.” There was an aloof and stubborn look on Genevieve’s small, pale face. “Otherwise, stop the car by the road and let me out!” Patrick didn’t respond to that. “Patrick!” Genevieve raised her voice. “I! Am! Not! Going! To! The! Hospital!” She abhorred the smell of disinfectant in hospitals, which would also remind her of the past that she wished