My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 679

When Armand received Steven’s call a few hours ago, he was attending a film crew’s post production banquet at a club in Jadeborough.

He received a few more messages from Steven, informing him that Jack had argued with Genevieve and she had ended up getting hospitalized from a high fever.

Filled with anxiety and worry, he kept drinking all sorts of alcohol deliberately. In the end, he got alcohol poisoning and was sent to the General Hospital by Joash.

After his stomach was cleansed and he was sent to the hospital ward, he sent Joash away and messaged Cooper.

When Cooper arrived, he wanted to scold Armand. However, when he saw that Armand made himself suffer from alcohol poisoning just so he could be hospitalized. Cooper could not bring himself to scold Armand.

Armand asked hoarsely, “How’s Genev?”

“She still has a high fever. They’re submerging her in cold water to reduce her body

temperature.” Cooper took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes. “Rosa said that Genev argued with Jack, but she doesn’t know why. Then. Jack called a tattoo artist over and removed all her tattoos. It took two hours, which led to Genev’s high fever.”

Genevieve had just encountered a serious car accident previously. Her leg had just barely recovered before she developed this high fever. Armand was filled with frustration and heartache.

that moment, he even had the urge

rather destroy it. I think that Genev argued with him because of you. We’ve finally managed to find some clues after

swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth. Suppressing

than to stay by her side. constantly. However, after

anymore.

was wait till that

the antidote.

out his phone and made a call. The latter’s expression was calm, yet

to the table and poured a glass

passed the glass of warm water to Armand, someone knocked on the

had returned out of worry for him, Armand ended the call and pointed

Cooper was speechless, he placed the glass down and

shut, Armand got out of bed and opened the door to the

ward.

Timothy

a pocket. He was looking downward,

glanced at him. His gaze swept across

most. His skin was fair