Chapter 197


    Chapter 197 Let Her Feel The Pain


    Upon hearing the doctor’s words, Patrick held his breath. “Can it be cured?”


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    “No, this kind of damage is irreversible.” The doctor shook his head and gave him a cruel answer. “She


    might never be able to hear with her left ear again.”


    The damage was permanent.


    It was evident how hard Marilyn smacked Genevieve in the face.


    After leaving the private hospital, Patrick brought Genevieve to a restaurant for lunch before returning


    to the hotel where they had stayed the night before.


    Next, he took the fake identification card and said to Genevieve before heading out, “I’m going out to


    buy ship tickets and take care of some matters. I may not get back until after midnight. You must


    remain in the room, Genev. Just switch the TV on if you want to watch something. If you require


    anything, contact the hotel front desk. This ce is safe.”


    In addition to being very good at hiding his whereabouts, Patrick was also skilled at setting traps. If he


    was determined to remain undetected by the Ministry of National Security, no one could find him.


    That’s why he was so bold as to leave Genevieve by herself in the hotel.


    The woman merely nodded without prodding further.


    After Patrick walked away, she slouched on the chair, her eyes filled with emptiness. Nobody knew


    what was going through her head.


    Since she had no appetite, she remained in the same position until the evening without feeling hungry.


    Later, when the room was too quiet and it waspletely dark outside, she turned on the TV to add


    some background noise.


    While she was changing the TV channels, she stumbled upon a live broadcast of a charity dinner. A


    scream suddenly came from behind as the attractive hostess was speaking.


    “M-Mr. Wood was killed!”


    “Mr. Wood is shot in the forehead. What’s going on? Is there a sniper outside?


    “Hurry up! Everyone get away from the window!”


    Complete mayhem broke out as every guest scurried to flee. Amid themotion, Genevieve faintly


    heard someone saying, “Mr. Wood is dead.”


    She did not care because she did not know who Mr. Wood was.


    A short whileter, the camera that had been ck-screened came back to life. The hostess, who had


    been holding the microphone, turned to the camera with a solemn expression on her face and said in a


    somber voice, “Five minutes ago, Mr. George Wood of Wood Group was assassinated. The sniper


    must have scouted the area beforehand in order to ambush Mr. George Wood and kill him sessfully


    with a single shot. Mr. George Wood is a modest individual who does not have any unfavorable


    business rtionships. A year ago, his daughter, Marilyn Wood, wed Samuel Faulkner, the third son of


    the Faulkner family, making the Wood family and the Faulkner family inws. The police are on the


    way, but until they conduct their investigation, we won’t know the full circumstances—”


    Hearing those words, Genevieve gradually regained her senses and sat up straight in the chair. Her


    eyes widened in shock as she fixated her gaze on the TV screen.


    Marilyn’s father was… assassinated?


    Just then, she thought back to what Patrick had said before he left in the afternoon and assumed that


    he must be connected to the incident.


    She continued to watch the news while curled up in the chair. As she was drifting off to sleep, she


    faintly heard a knock on the door.


    In an instant, she jolted awake, rushed to the door, and peered through the peephole to see Patrick


    standing outside.


    Subsequently, she opened the door to let him in.


    Patrick was still wearing the same clothes that he had on before leaving the hotel. Nothing out of the


    ordinary was visible on his face other than a slight hint of fatigue in his eyes.


    As soon as he walked in, he noticed that the trash can and table were both spotless. He could not help


    but frown and turn to face Genevieve. “You haven’t eaten since the afternoon?”


    Instead of answering, Genevieve handed over her phone. On the screen was a message that read:


    Marilyn’s father is dead.


    “Yes. I killed him.” The man’s tone was t, and a cold glint shed across his eyes. “Back when we


    were in Springwyn, I called Marilyn to warn her that if she ever dared toy her hands on you again, I


    wouldn’t let her off the hook easily. Since she’s to me for the deafness in your left ear, I’ll make her


    feel the pain of losing her loved one.”