My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Genevieve stumbled forward and grabbed at Timothy's shirt. “Is Mandy okay...”

Her voice trailed off as she looked past Timothy into the emergency room behind him to see a nurse shifting Amanda's small body from the operating table to the gurney and draping a white cloth over her.

“No!” she screamed, rushing into the emergency room and throwing herself at the gurney.

Swatting aside the cloth in the nurse's hand, she saw Amanda lying on the gurney. The little girl's eyes that would curve into half-moons when she smiled were closed, and she showed no signs of life.

Genevieve touched her daughter's face with trembling hands. “Mandy, open your eyes...”

Her cheeks used to be soft and warm, and she always loved rubbing her face against mine. But now, her face is pale and icy. Her body is so cold that even her fingers have gone stiff.

“Mandy, look at me... Open your eyes to look at me, okay? I promise I'll never get angry at you again. You can eat anything and go anywhere you want. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. I'm begging you, don't leave me,” Genevieve pleaded. Her tears fell onto Amanda's face, and her lips trembled. She was practically on the brink of a breakdown.

Then, she held onto the nurse as if she were her last hope. “Please save my daughter. She was only running a fever. How could she... How could she...”

The nurse gently pried her hands loose and said softly, “I'm sorry for your loss.”

When Johanna walked into the room, the sight of Amanda's lifeless body hit her like a ton of bricks. She staggered and fell into Timothy's arms.

It was only a high fever. Why is she suddenly dead?

Devastated, she grabbed at Timothy's shirt and shook him hard. “Aren't you a doctor? Why couldn't you save your goddaughter?”

“I...” Timothy opened his mouth, but words eluded him. All he could do was let her vent her emotions.

After a long while, Armand finally walked into the room.

He usually looked calm and composed. However, the second he entered and saw Amanda's cold body, he nearly broke down. His feet felt as though they were nailed to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he could not move them.

When he finally made his way over to Genevieve, who was still leaning over Amanda's body on the gurney while sobbing bitterly, he pulled her away and covered Amanda with the white cloth.

Genevieve flung the cloth aside. “Don't! She's not dead! She's just asleep! After a while... After a while, she'll wake up. I'm going to wait for her to wake up.”

Grabbing her hand and staring at her emotionlessly, Armand uttered, “Genevieve Rachford, what else do you know how to do apart from crying and causing trouble?”

She felt a chilliness descend over her as he gazed at her. “Do you think I killed her?”

Without waiting for him to respond, she mumbled, “It's my fault. I didn't protect her well. I should've let her stay in Dartan...”

Armand did not look her way again. Instead, he used the white cloth to cover Amanda's body, then carried her out.

Meanwhile, Nigel summoned Harry back to the Hompton residence to question him because of Charice's death.