After lunch, Armand left the room after he dialed a number on his phone. Steven dropped by half an hour later. Armand handed him a clear zip-lock bag with hair in it.

Steven was shocked to hear Genevieve could be Herbert's granddaughter but didn't comment further on it.

Armand went back to the living room and took a seat beside Genevieve. He pulled her into his embrace. “After Steven has Old Mr. Zeigler's hair, I'll have him bring it to the hospital for testing and wait until the results come out.”

Genevieve muttered an acknowledgment and reached for Armand's hand. She noticed the thin layer of callus on his palm.

Her fingers caressed the callus between his fingers. “Actually, I hope the outcome for this test will be the same as last time. If my mom really is Old Mr. Zeigler's daughter, that just proves my mom isn't Old Mr. Quinn's biological daughter,” she muttered.

Old Mr. Zeigler had expended a lot of effort to find his daughter all these years. Everyone knew that. There's no way Granddad can miss the news. It shouldn't be a surprise then that I couldn't find any of Mom's younger photos in Granddad's house.

Armand lowered his head and kissed her ear. “Let's talk about this after the result of your test comes out. I'll always be right by your side,” he promised gently.

“Okay.”

Armand was addicted to kissing Genevieve's ear. He lowered his head further to kiss her lips. “Should I accompany you for a nap?”

“That won't be good.” Genevieve struggled to break free from his arms. “Your injuries haven't recovered yet.”

“They're just bruises. I'll feel better after a good night's rest.” Armand felt his lust flare when he stroked her skin.

Cradling Genevieve's face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers, deepening the kiss this time instead of a light peck.

The outcome was Armand straining his shoulder because he overdid it. Genevieve felt it would be too embarrassing for others to see the scratches on his body if they went to the hospital, so she merely bought some medicine to spray the affected area.

Genevieve warned Armand not to touch her before he recovered, or she would sleep in a different bedroom.

Without a choice, Armand agreed resignedly.

Since Armand was on medical leave the next day, he stayed at home and watched the kids.

Amanda said she wanted dessert, so Genevieve volunteered to go into the kitchen to whip something up for her daughter. She spent over an hour in the kitchen and only came out with a plate of cookies. The cookies were not only bitter but also hard.

Lucian tried biting one but felt like his tooth might fall out after a bite.

On the other hand, the cream puff and raspberry mille-feuille Armand made weren't only visually appealing but also delicious. Amanda praised the desserts her father had made as better than the ones the dessert shops were selling.

“That won't be good.” Genevieve struggled to break free from his arms. “Your injuries haven't recovered yet.”

Genevieve decided to give up on cooking ond boking.

I don't core if I hove terrible cooking skills onymore. I hove o husbond thot's o good cook ond knows everything. Life is good even if I just sit there woiting to be fed.

Genevieve come out of the kitchen ond noticed thot her doughter hod brought the robbits to the living room.

Amondo wos sitting cross-legged on the side with one hond scooping dessert into her mouth, but her eyes were storing ot the robbits munching on o leof in the coge. Asel wos seoted next to Amondo, wotching the robbits eot with o bottle in her honds.

Genevieve wonted to lough ot the odoroble scene, but she decided to reoch for her phone on the couch ond snop two photos.

She noticed the number of notificotions on her WhotsApp when she toggled to her home screen. There were olso messoges from Mrs. Roberts.

Mrs. Roberts told her she hod gone to her brother's ploce the doy before ond osked her mother obout it. She wos shocked when her mother took out Mio's childhood photos.

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