My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Chapter 415 If You Love Me Genevieve couldn't tamp down her disgust anymore. She proceeded to puke out everything she ateearlier.

house. Steven came into the study only to see Armand wearing a grim expression. He felt his scalp tingle at the terrifying sight. Offering Armand a file, he said, “I sent someone to search Mdm. Rudler's room. We pried open the floor underneath her bed and found these.” Armand opened the file. There were a few worn-out papers and photos inside. Isabella seemed to be in her twenties in the photos. Someone had taken photos of her leaving the hospital with a baby. The worn-out papers were the birth record of the baby girl. There was something else in the file, so he poured it out and discovered that it was a small flash drive. Armand's gaze darkened. He got his laptop and stuck the flash drive into his laptop. There was only one audio recording inside, and he clicked into it. Soon, Isabella's voice rang out. She seemed to be arguing with a man. “Cesar, did you tell the driver to drive slowly and cause Ellen to die in the car?” she screamed. “She has pneumonia, so it is torturing for her to remain alive.” “It's just pneumonia, not an incurable disease! Cesar, how could you do this to her?” Isabella's voice was trembling. “She's your daughter!” Cesar said indifferently, “I have more than enough daughters. I don't need you to get another one elsewhere.” Isabella howled at him furiously, “You brought Armand back so I can bring him up! Why did you dote on Armand but refuse to let a one-year-old girl live? I can't give birth to children. Is it wrong to wish to have more children?” “If you want a child, my brothers have plenty of them. I can ask them to give you one,” came Cesar's icy answer. Isabella gave him a slap out of fury. “You brought Armand back, but you love him more than Sam and the rest. Is he your son with another woman?” she demanded. Cesar fell silent for some time before responding, “You have Armand, and that's enough. When I die, the Faulkner family belongs to you and Armand.” “You refuse to spill anything, huh? So that means you're admitting it.” Isabella let out a bitter laugh. “My aunt introduced me to a few men, but I told her I wanted to marry you. I knew you were