Chapter 113
At the Faulkner residence, after Harriet prayed, she had wanted to stay at the church longer with
Samantha. However, after she heard about the incident, the two rushed home in the afternoon. Harriet
sat on the couch for a long time with a grim expression after learning about what had happened from
one of the housekeepers, Mandy. The other housekeepers were standing by the side with their heads
hanging low, not daring to breathe loudly. The housekeepers were either busy upstairs or in the
courtyard in the early morning. No one would expect such a shocking incident to happen in the house.
ording to them, Genevieve had pushed Marilyn, causing thetter almost to have a miscarriage.
Even though the Faulkner family was filled with their descendants, Harriet liked Samuel and Armand
the most. However, Samuel had passed away in an ident, leaving Marilyn and the baby in her
tummy behind. Thus, Harriet loved her unborn great-grandchild a lot. Some of the housekeepers even
felt that as much as Harriet liked Genevieve, she would never forgive thetter for such a grave
mistake. Just as the housekeepers felt uneasy, Harriet suddenly rose to her feet. With a darkened
expression, she walked toward Armand, who was standing next to the couch. She lifted her hand and
pped him hard across the face. The p was so loud that it scared the housekeepers. They were
old housekeepers who had been serving the Faulkner family for a long time. Whenever Armand came
to the Faulkner residence, Harriet was thrilled to see him. Hence, they had never seen her hitting him.
W-What is happening? “Armand, I’m very disappointed in you,” Harriet said while shaking her head and
putting her hand down in a huff. She had been alive for a long time and had seen all kinds of
deceptions and the worst of human nature. Of course, she would not believe everything a maid said.
This was the first time in Harriet’s life that she had beaten Armand. She was exasperated that her
grandchild had publicly taken Marilyn’s side without investigating what happened. He even ignored
Genevieve, who had severe burns on her legs. Armand’s expression was still ice-cold, even after being
pped. He lowered his gaze and said, “Yes. You did right by punishing me.” “Mom, just leave this
matter to Armand,” said Samantha. She had stepped out to smooth things over. She held onto Harriet’s
arm and said, “You’re tired. Let me help you up to rest.” Harriet red at Armand and sneered, “Right.
He has his way of doing things. There’s no need for an olddy like me to take charge.” With that, she
let Samantha help her, and they both went up to the second floor. In the living room, the housekeepersThis content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
lowered their breathing rates even more. They saw Armand sitting at the end of the couch with his wrist
on his knees. He looked casual, but the cold aura he exuded was terrifying. After a while, Armand
asked tly, “Who treated Mdm. Genevieve’s wounds?” “I-It’s me.” A younger female housekeeper
stepped out from the crowd of housekeepers. She was the one who had served Genevieve beef pie
thighs to her calves, were burnt red. Some parts had blisters too.” The housekeeper could not help but
shudder as she recalled the horrific sight. If there are blisters on her burns, then it must be serious.
Armand thought about how the woman looked at him calmly, yet she must have put a lot of effort into
suppressing the pain she felt in both legs. His throat tightened after hearing what the housekeeper
said. “Did she leave with the doctor?” “Mdm. Genevieve did not want me to call the doctor.” The
housekeeper thought for a while and added, “But she called Mr. Patrick. I think they went to the hospital
together.” After hearing that, Armand’s furrowed brows rxed a little. He waved and called the other
housekeeper, Mandy. “Mandy, repeat what you just told Old Mrs. Faulkner.”