Chapter 144


    Chapter 144 His Expression Was Colder Than Usual


    Genevieve was startled.


    She looked up. When she saw the hair of the man holding her wrist was a little messy, and his eyes


    looked abnormally wild, her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.


    “Sir, I think you got the wrong person.” Genevieve tried to shake her wrist from his grip and stepped


    back.


    “Lily, Lily, I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. Can you go home with me now?” The man tightened his grip


    on her wrist again. He stared at her and pleaded, “Even if you don’t want me, are you going to leave


    our daughter all alone?”


    Genevieve felt that the man was getting irrational. She didn’t dare to answer him, afraid she would


    enrage him.


    However, her silence infuriated the man, and his expression changed in the end. “Why are you staying


    quiet? Are you waiting for that man toe? How long have you been together? Damn it! You are a


    b*tch!”


    Hearing that, Genevieve tried to fish for her phone in her pocket. When she almost got her phone and


    was about to dial a number, the man pounced on her suddenly. He then strangled her with both of his


    hands.


    In a split second, Genevieve sprained her ankle and fell to the ground heavily. Her back was terribly


    hurt, causing her to be in pain.


    “You b*tch! I’m going to kill you! You betrayed me!” The man sat on top of her. His hands then gripped


    tightly around her neck.


    Genevieve was almost out of breath. She grabbed the back of the man’s hand and scratched several


    bloody marks. However, her efforts were in vain.


    A few secondster, she felt her pain subsiding.


    Besides, the air she inhaled seemed to be thinner and thinner. The expression of the mad man in


    front of her became gradually blurred.


    After returning the key, Patrick was shocked to see what happened when he came back.


    He quickly rushed over and pulled the man away. With a punch, he threw the man out, and thetter


    spat out blood on the spot.


    “Genev!” Patrick knelt down on one knee and quickly patted Genevieve’s face.


    Upon seeing Genevieve was not breathing at all with bruises all over her neck, Patrick quickly


    performed CPR.


    He then shouted at the staff of the shooting club that rushed over. “Call an ambnce now!”


    Patrick’s hands began to tremble uncontrobly when he saw Genevieve was motionless. He bit the tip


    of his tongue, trying to ease the panic he felt in his heart.


    When the ambnce finally arrived, Patrick helped the nurses to carry Genevieve into the ambnce


    in a hurry.


    Fortunately, Patrick came in time to resuscitate Genevieve when she ceased breathing. Although she


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    resumed her heartbeat, she was still in aa.


    Patrick felt that his palms were numb and still quivering while the doctors were still checking on the


    bruises and wounds on Genevieve’s neck.


    In the next second, his phone buzzed in his pocket.


    Patrick took out his phone. His face immediately darkened when seeing the caller ID. A few seconds


    “Where are you?”


    “There was a rainstorm in Jadeborough. Our ne was forced tond in Springwyn.”


    Patrick sensed the smell of blood spreading in his mouth. He couldn’t help but say in a low voice, “I


    took Genev to the shooting club. She was attacked while waiting for me at the entrance…”


    Over the phone, Armand was stunned upon hearing that. “I’ll be there soon. Take care of her.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    After hanging up the phone, Patrick took a look at Genevieve, who was lying on the bed. With her eyes


    closed, her face still looked pale.


    He suddenly thought of her lifeless look just now, and his fingertips couldn’t help but tremble.


    When the nurse finished treating Genevieve’s wound and left the room, Patrick went out of the ward


    too. He then leaned against the wall.


    Around nine in the evening, Patrick heard faint footstepsing from the end of the corridor. He looked


    up and saw Armand hurrying over, followed by Steven at his back.


    From far, Patrick saw Armand frown. His expression looked colder than usual.


    “Armand.” Patrick quickly stood up and greeted him.


    Armand nodded slightly and passed by Patrick. Then he opened the door of the ward and walked in.


    Somehow, the corners of Patrick’s mouth twitched. Is he worrying about Genevieve