Chapter 812
Chapter 812 Paper Cranes
Lilian sounded calm on the other end. “Helt Corporation keeps him busy enough, and he''s not short on money. Jack told me he is happy to
have spent those five years with Lucian and Amanda. The children gave him a period of happiness, and he gives them a gift in exchange. You
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don''t have to feel ufortable to ept it.”
It was not just the children keeping Jackpany for the past five years. Jack, too, has helped me out so much.
At the thought of hispanionship in the past, Genevieve''s calloused heart melted somewhat. She even forgot all about the period when he
had imprisoned her.
“How''s his injury?” Genevieve asked as she pursed her lips.
“Are you referring to the stab wound you caused?” Lilian asked. “He lost some blood. I bandaged him up that night, and he did not even go to
the hospital. It''s been over a month, and the scar on his stomach has almost faded. Would you like to speak with Jack? I''ll put him on.”
“No need.” Genevieve felt relieved upon hearing that Jack was fine and that he seemed to be getting on well with Lilian.
“Genevieve,” Lilian said in a quiet voice, “you''ve lived with Jack in Dartan for five years and have raised children together. Did you... ever
love him?”
Genevieve was puzzled as to why she would suddenly ask something like that.
After a prolonged silence, she answered slowly, “I met Armand when I was nine. After going around in circles until I was twenty-three, I met
him again.”
Liliam smiled. “I understand. Wish the children a happy birthday for me.”
“I will.”
After the call ended, Genevieve walked to the living room and lifted her daughter, who was building a castle with stic bricks.
“It''s half-past eleven, Little Princess. You should be taking a shower and preparing for bed.”
Amanda pouted in response.
Genevieve raised her eyebrows. “If you y for another ten minutes, you will wake up with dark circles under your eyes, and your cheeks
will turn yellow. You''ll be a little witch and no longer a little princess. Do you still want to y?”
“No.” Amanda shook her head fervently. “I must protect my adorable face.”
Genevieve smiled as she pecked her daughter''s soft cheeks.
While bathing her child, Genevieve noticed that Amanda was in a good mood. Initially, she considered asking why Amanda was not upset
about her father not celebrating her birthday with her, but the kid might have forgotten about it due to the excitement of the birthday
celebration. Atst, Genevieve decided not to mention it for fear of her question being a reminder to the girl.
After tucking Amanda in, Genevieve returned to the master bedroom she and Armand once shared and discovered a bottle of paper cranes on
the couch.
The ss bottle was a meter tall and filled with paper cranes.
Aside from ones folded with standard blue and pink papers, some of the cranes were folded with a special kind of fluorescent paper. Under the
dim ambient lights, the luminescent cranes shimmered in the darkness in different colors.
Genevieve stood transfixed at the door for a long time before turning on the light and heading toward the couch.
When she was close enough, Genevieve saw that the cranes were great in number—several hundreds at least. Is this Amanda''s gift? Did she
put it here in the bedroom for fear of it breaking?
Just then, Lucian''s boyish voice sounded from behind Genevieve amidst her contemtion. “Mr. Sullivan came with a car full of gifts after
you left with Harry, Mommy.”
Genevieve turned around to look at her son. “Is this a gift from Mr. Sullivan to you or Mandy?”
“I''ve conducted a quick survey and found that these fluorescent papers are pretty much discontinued. As paper cranes like these are not for
sale on the Inte, they must have been folded one at a time,” Lucian exined. “Mr. Sullivan doesn''t know how to be romantic. Besides, he
brought this bottle into the master bedroom before anything else.”
Then, he ventured a bold guess. “It must have been Daddy who folded the cranes in this bottle.”