My Husband Is a Gary Stu

After accessing Genevieve's phone system, Harry clicked on a hidden monitoring software program and played what it had recorded.

He heard Johanna calling Genevieve to say that Amanda was still suffering from a persistent high fever. After that, he heard Genevieve rushing back to Jadeborough, followed by the sudden news that Amanda was in the emergency room and had passed away. Finally, the sound of Genevieve's heart-wrenching cries and her conversation with Armand played on the recording.

After checking his phone, Harry realized the explosive device inside Amanda's body was no longer working and could not determine her coordinates.

That type of explosive device was very unique. When one dies, one's body temperature drops quickly. As a result of the low temperature, the device planted inside that person would lose its ability to function.

Harry stared at his computer screen, dumbfounded.

He blamed himself a little. I know Armand is intelligent. That's why I kept wanting to pit our abilities against each other. I thought he must've discovered the bomb and faked Mandy's death. However, a ploy like that may trick me, but it can't fool the computer. Now that the device inside Mandy's ear isn't functioning anymore because of her body's low temperature, that must mean she did indeed die. All I wanted was to use the little girl to threaten Genevieve. I never wanted her dead. But after hearing Genevieve's anguished cries, I can't help feeling upset and flustered.

After turning off his computer, Harry bought a flight ticket and rushed to Jadeborough.

Following Harry's orders, Jesse kept a close eye on Armand. He reported to Harry that Armand did not cremate Amanda. Instead, he had her body sent directly to the funeral parlor.

The sudden death of his daughter was a terrible blow to Armand.

As he left the funeral parlor, his heart seemed to spasm painfully, and he nearly collapsed. Subsequently, he was sent to the military hospital.

Armand had had a heart transplant. Even though it was compatible with his body, his heart still could not take extreme emotions of happiness or sadness.

Genevieve lingered alone in the ward Amanda stayed in the previous night, not allowing Armand or anyone else to accompany her.

When Harry entered the ward, he saw her sitting on the cold floor and leaning against the wall. She held a small, light blue coat in her hands, staring vacantly into space with a blank expression.

He crouched before her and murmured, “I'm sorry...”

She did not respond, still looking impassive.

It saddened Harry to see her looking as though she was dead inside. I hate seeing her like this. Even the light in that pair of eyes I adore is gone.

Like a child who had done something wrong, he took her hand and placed it against his cheek. “I only wanted to use Mandy to threaten you so that you'd care more about me. I didn't think she'd run a high fever that wouldn't go away... It's my fault. If I'd known, I would've come to Jadeborough earlier. Don't be mad at me, okay?”

After several minutes, Genevieve finally gave some response.

Her eyes focused on the man before her, and she realized who it was. Despite that, she did not even have the strength to scold or slap him.