My Husband Is A Gary Stu

Chapter 217 The Secret Died With Him

Armand’s heart went numb again. He crushed the can of beer in his hand again and said hoarsely, “Help her recover as soon as possible with the best treatment you have here.”

Timothy chuckled. “The damage that a miscarriage does to a body is irreversible. Medicine or treatment won’t change a thing. You should be thankful that she only suffered a little blood loss and didn’t bleed profusely. If she had, not even the gods could have saved her.”

Here, he paused and asked in confusion, “Why did you go to all those lengths? You could have just gotten some blood from her. Why did you have to make things so complicated?”

He gulped down two mouthfuls of beer and smirked at the thought of something.

“Is it because Marilyn betrayed you and went off with Samuel? You resented her so much that you married Genevieve to get revenge on her? You wanted to get revenge, but at the same time, you just couldn’t let her go, right?”

Armand looked down and said plainly, “No.”

“Then tell me why exactly you had to marry Genevieve,” Timothy said with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t even think of lying to me. I know that you were prepared to only pretend to marry the last two socialites who wanted to marry you, and yet you and Genevieve actually got your marriage certificate. Why do you have to protect someone as evil as Marilyn? Why must you go to the extent of asking me to protect the baby in her stomach?”

“All you have to do is follow whatever I say,” Armand said as he leaned back in his chair, his eyes grim.

I’m

there in

took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on something

to know

down at the

What is that?

words in the picture, he

latter sat there expressionlessly, and when he spoke, it

care of Marilyn and her child. So no matter what she does, I can’t lay a finger on her. And more

he had always gone along with everything that Marilyn had done. Even if Marilyn had killed someone, he would

been under the impression that Armand still

that Armand had

shoulder this all alone,” Timothy said. “Samuel is dead now. The

told me those things before he died. He must have known everything much earlier before and could have left something behind.” Armand crushed