Chapter 115


    Armand sent the housekeepers back to work. Once he finished smoking a stick of cigarette, he then


    headed upstairs and entered Marilyn’s room. There, Armand spotted Timothy packing his medical kit.


    Meanwhile, Marilyny on the bed. Her face, which was norger than an open palm, appeared stark


    pale. That sight made Armand’s heart ache. Timothy shot a nce at Armand when he noticed him


    entering the room. Timothy then huffed, “I’ve given her a shot to stabilize her pregnancy. Ms. Wood


    should rest for the next couple of days. She will be fine as long as she avoids getting too riled up.” “All


    right. Thank you for your hard work,” Armand muttered. “If you truly believe that I’m working hard, then


    don’t summon me the next time something happens.” Timothy slung his medical bag across his


    shoulder. His narrowed eyes were filled with displeasure. “Mr. Faulkner, please keep in mind that I’m


    only a surgeon, not an obstetrician. Next time, call the lead obstetrician, okay?” Timothy couldn’t help


    but grit his teeth. When his woman got drugged, he asked for me to help. When his ex-girlfriend’s


    pregnancy became unstable, he asked for me again! Like, what the hell is going on? Did I incur bad


    karma with Armand’s family in my previous life? And now I’m paying for that in this lifetime? Timothy


    then remarked scathingly, “I’m not a brilliant doctor. If Ms. Marilyn happened to have a miscarriage,


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    who would be held responsible then?” Armand merely frowned in response. “The car’s waiting for you


    by the door.” “All right, all right. I got it.” Timothy rolled his eyes at Armand, then swiftly left the


    bedroom. Timothy was exhausted after helping the Faulkner family. He swore to himself that the next


    time he went for a drink with Armand, he would im some “hard work fees” from Armand. In the


    meantime, Armand strode over to the bedside. He pulled out a chair, then sat on it. “Do you want


    water?” he asked gently. Marilyn nodded. Armand picked up the sk from the bedside table and


    poured a cup of warm water. He then leaned forward to help Marilyn up and held the cup of water to


    Marilyn’s lips. Thetter’s heart instantly turned fuzzy at the sight of Armand’s gentle and thoughtful


    gesture. She soon drank half a cup of water with Armand’s help. With one hand ced over the


    nket, she caressed her tummy. “Thank goodness you arrived, Mando. Otherwise, this baby would be


    lost.” “I promise you that something like that would never happen again.” Armand pulled out a piece of


    tissue and dabbed away the water lingering on Marilyn’s lips. “You must protect the baby.” Armand


    gazed at Marilyn with his pair of deep, meaningful eyes. Yet, in them hid a trace of emotions


    indecipherable to Marilyn. Nheless, Armand’s faint expression and fragrant scent tempted Marilyn


    to climb into Armand’s embrace. She wanted to hug him tightly. At that instant, she regretted her choice


    of actions. She felt grateful, though, that Armand still loved her as usual. “Mando, wait for me.” Marilyn


    could not help it when she reached out to grab Armand’s hand. Sheced her slender fingers between


    his and sped them firmly. Marilyn then fixed her twinkling gaze on Armand. “Just wait a few more


    months for me. Then, I’ll be able to stand by your side openly. We can go to Petalgrove or Bellridge.


    You must apany me to see the aurora. I’ll y the world’s most beautiful music for you to hear.”


    Marilyn desired to marry Armand and have his children. Meanwhile, Armand shot a nce at Marilyn’s


    hand, which was wrapped around his. A wave of disdain suddenly surged up within his usually tranquil


    heart. Armand pulled his hand back calmly. “Let’s talk after you’ve delivered the baby safely,” he replied


    tly. Failing to grasp Armand’s hand, Marilyn quickly fell into sorrow. However, as soon as Armand


    promised to talk with her, Marilyn’s lips arched up into a smile. “This is your promise. Do not ever go


    back on it!” Then, there was a knock on the door. Samantha soon strolled into the room. “Mom’s resting


    in her room. I’m here to check up on Marilyn.” “Aunt Samantha, I’ll leave the two of you to chat.”


    Armand took the opportunity to stand up and take his leave. Samantha strode over to the bed and sat


    down at the bedside. She then asked gingerly, “Marilyn, is your tummy still hurting?” “Dr. Jensen gave


    me a shot to stabilize my pregnancy. It’s not hurting now.” There was a faint smile on Marilyn’s face.


    She gripped her hands softly to feel the lingering warmth left by Armand. “That’s great then.” Samantha


    nced at Marilyn’s stomach, a thoughtful expression on her face. Naturally, Marilyn noticed it. She


    frowned when Samantha’s gazended on her abdomen. Marilyn rarely ever interacted with Samantha


    as thetter spent most of her time working overseas. Even so, Marilyn knew that Samantha was a


    strong-minded careerdy. Simr to Armand’s, Samantha’s thoughts were hard to read. “Aunt


    Samantha.” Marilyn bit her lips. She then asked hesitantly, “Is there something you would like to talk to


    me about?” “Yes, that’s right. There’s something I wanted to ask you.” Samantha did not bother to hide


    her motives. She leaned forward slightly, her sharp gaze trained on Marilyn’s face. “A few days ago,


    when I returned to Xedells, someone informed me that Samuel’s death was not an ident.” The


    instant Marilyn’s pupils narrowed, Samantha’s lips arched up ever so slightly. “Marilyn, you’re the wife


    of my third nephew. Tell me, do you think his death was an ident?”