My Husband Is a Gary Stu

Johanna brought Genevieve back to Swallow Garden. Like a ghost, Genevieve walked up the stairs and into Amanda's room mindlessly.

The image of Amanda running around in her room floated in Genevieve's mind. She remembered how Amanda would lie in bed every morning, refusing to get up, or how Amanda would ask her for help when putting on her clothes.

Devastated, she slumped onto the rug and began bawling her eyes out.

For the next few days, Genevieve stayed in Amanda's room, neither eating nor drinking. Even when Johanna forced a spoonful of soup into her mouth, Genevieve would spit it out the next second.

Seeing that Genevieve was starting to lose weight, Johanna felt her heart ache. “Genev, Mandy's death has nothing to do with you. Please eat something, okay? What will Lucian do if something happens to you?”

When Genevieve heard that, a glimmer of light seemed to appear at the far back of her hollow eyes. She took the bowl from Johanna and began to take small bites of the fish stew.

As she swallowed, she turned to look at Johanna. “I'm craving sweet corn pie.”

“All right. I'll ask the housekeeper to bake you one right away.” Johanna let out a breath of relief to see that Genevieve had finally got herself together. Without hesitation, she hurried downstairs to ask the housekeeper to bake the pie.

When Johanna returned to the room once again, however, she saw Genevieve lying on the floor.

Genevieve had smashed the bowl into pieces and used a shard to cut her wrist. Fresh blood had stained Genevieve's clothes while her face had turned as pale as a piece of paper.

Johanna let out an ear-piercing scream before rushing forward and wrapping up Genevieve's bleeding wrist with towels.

Genevieve had a coagulation disorder. Even though her wrist had been tightly wrapped up by towels, fresh blood kept gushing out of her wounds. Before they could even reach the hospital, Genevieve's breaths were getting shallower and shallower.

The doctors immediately rushed Genevieve into the operating room and commanded the nurses to get blood from the blood bank.

When Timothy got to the hospital, Johanna collapsed into his arms and broke down. “I-It's all my fault. I-I didn't keep an eye on Genev. She broke a bowl a-and use a broken piece to cut herself...”

Timothy was feeling anxious as well.

“There's still some of Marilyn's blood left,” Timothy comforted Johanna as he stroked her head gently. “Genev will be fine. Don't cry.”

Once the blood transfusion was done, Genevieve's blood loss was recovered. She had barely made it out alive.

Nevertheless, Genevieve was stuck in a nightmare. The memory of her killing another person and Amanda's passing kept resurfacing in her mind. The emotional torment caused her breaths to be unstable when she was unconscious.

Harry had been at the hospital all that while.

He did not enter the ward Genevieve was in. However, through the listening device on Johanna's phone, he knew that Genevieve's condition was unpleasant.

Guilt overwhelmed Harry. If he had not let Genevieve go to Baykeep, she would have remained by Amanda's side. That way, Amanda would not have lost her life to a high fever.

Jesse also mentioned that Armand had suffered from a heart arrest because of Amanda's passing and was being treated in the military hospital.