My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 217 The Secret Died With Him

blood from her. Why did you have to make things so complicated?”He gulped down two mouthfuls of beer and smirked at the thought of something.“Is it because Marilyn betrayed you and went off with Samuel? You resented her so much that you married Genevieve to get revenge on her? You wanted to get revenge, but at the same time, you just couldn’t let her go, right?”Armand looked down and said plainly, “No.”“Then tell me why exactly you had to marry Genevieve,” Timothy said with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t even think of lying to me. I know that you were prepared to only pretend to marry the last two socialites who wanted to marry you, and yet you and Genevieve actually got your marriage certificate. Why do you have to protect someone as evil as Marilyn? Why must you go to the extent of asking me to protect the baby in her stomach?”“All you have to do is follow whatever I say,” Armand said as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes grim.Timothy scoffed, “So I’m your friend only when you need something from me? Now that I’m asking you something, I’m a stranger, am I? If you don’t say anything, I’m going to assume that you still have feelings for Marilyn!”Armand sat there in silence.A long time later, he took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on something before showing it to Timothy.“You wanted to know why, right? Look.”Timothy looked down at the picture on the screen.What is that?When he saw the words in the picture, he looked up at Armand in shock.The latter sat there expressionlessly, and when he spoke, it was with barely any emotion in his tone.“Samuel knew everything at that time, and yet he chose to die for me. Before he died, he told me to take care of Marilyn and her child. So no matter what she does, I can’t lay a finger on her. And more importantly, I have to make sure her child is born safely.”Armand had never told Timothy anything before, and he had always gone along with everything that Marilyn had done. Even if Marilyn had killed someone, he would get rid of the evidence for her.That was why Timothy had always been under the impression that Armand still had feelings for Marilyn after their thirteen years together.Only now did he know that Armand had been carrying so much on his back.“You don’t have to shoulder this all alone,” Timothy said. “Samuel is dead now. The secret died with him.”“He told me those things before he died. He must have known everything much earlier before and could have left something behind.” Armand crushed the can in his hand. “He could have even left a clue or something.”After saying that, Armand tapped the table. “Get me two more cans of beer.”“This is an office! It’s already good enough that I have a few cans in here,” Timothy said as he rolled his eyes and passed him the can he was originally holding. “There’s more than half in here. Want it?”Armand gave him a disgusted look and pulled his hand back. “Who the hell wants to drink your saliva?”“You used to drink out of my bottle back when we were students! Stop acting all pure