Fortunately, it only took a short while before Genevieve's wound stopped bleeding. Since she did not lose much blood, the three bags of blood remained unused. However, her face was as pale as a sheet, and Armand's heart ached when he saw her looking like that.

He brought her some warm water so that she could take her medicine, then took her to the ward.

Genevieve gazed down at her leg wrapped in thick bandages and said to him, “I've never really suffered any injuries while growing up. But I got kidnapped previously, and now my calf is wounded...”

After a brief pause, she continued in a confused tone, “Why can't I seem to catch a break?”

“You look pale and need to rest,” Armand replied, changing the subject. “Lie down and take a nap. I'll make you something delicious and bring it over tonight.”

Genevieve shook her head. “My leg hurts. I can't sleep. I wasn't looking at my phone while going down the stairs, nor did I miss a step. But the steps felt slippery as though there was something on it. That's why I tumbled down and crashed into the glass.”

Armand's gaze darkened, but his tone was gentle as he replied, “Don't worry. I'll get to the bottom of it.”

Genevieve was relieved when she learned she had been placed on leave. She stayed in the ward without fuss.

Armand stayed with her until four o'clock. After returning to the government building, he checked the stairs immediately but did not find anything suspicious.

However, upon closer inspection, he noticed drops of oil on the steps that seemed to be olive oil.

Since the faulty piping in the restroom downstairs was getting fixed, those from the lower floors would also use the restroom upstairs. There was no way to track down who had spilled olive oil on the stairs.

As for the pane of glass, he found that it was for the Department of Public Information. There had been some strong gales some time ago, causing the glass in one of their office windows to break. They had placed an order for a new pane of glass, and it had only arrived that day.

After taking the freight elevator to the wrong floor, the workers had left the glass there temporarily, planning to go and find out what floor they were supposed to go to before moving it away. None of them had expected such an incident to happen.

Armand was taken aback by how cunning the perpetrator was to come up with such a plan.

It was clear that the person wanted Genevieve to get hurt.

Nonetheless, he did not act rashly. He waited until everyone got off work, then turned off all the surveillance cameras inside the building and headed to the Department of Public Information. He went through the documents, sticky notes, and water bottles on the desks.

When he got to the fourth desk, he detected the faint smell of olive oil on a pen on the table.

He flipped through the documents and glanced at the name of the person who sat at that desk.

Over at the hospital, Genevieve was lying comfortably on her side on the hospital bed, engrossed in a variety show featuring female socialites getting into catfights.

When Armand walked in carrying a food jar, he asked, “Are you hungry?”

Genevieve threw away the nuts in her hand, then slowly sat up in bed. “I've been starving for ages. I ordered fried chicken after you left, but it didn't taste good.”

Armand's face clouded over. “How could you eat junk like that? I won't tolerate it if you do that again.”

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