My Flirty Husband Is a Bully by Adam Ella Chapter 188

Chapter 188 The Last Time
When Maria knocked on the door in the morning, Genevieve discovered her phone that she left to charge overnight was not charged up because she had not put the plug in properly. Therefore, it had run out of battery and was turned off automatically.
After washing up, she used a power bank to charge her phone.
As her phone had not turned on, Genevieve took the tablet Armand usually used and wrote: Maria, I’m going to the hospital later and might stay there overnight.
Maria placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of her and glanced at the tablet. “Ms. Rachford, what are you doing there? Why do you need to stay in the hospital overnight?”
Genevieve did not want to worry her, so she typed: I’m getting a checkup for my vocal cords. The doctor wants me to stay in the hospital for further observations.
Maria, who was passing her a spoon, paused but soon remarked, “It’s going to rain today. Ms. Rachford, why don’t I accompany you to the hospital? I know you don’t like the smell there.”
The young woman shook her head, a smile still tugging at her lips. She typed: No need. Sir says he’s coming back to Jadeborough at ten in the morning.
She then passed a card to Maria and typed on the tablet: Since Sir and I will only be returning tomorrow morning, you should take a break and go out today. Help me buy some clothes and toys for Ryan.
“Ms. Rachford, I have quite a lot of money on my hand, so I don’t need it.” The latter pushed the card back to her, her eyes turning red-rimmed.
She came up with an excuse to return to the kitchen so that Genevieve would not notice her expression.
When Genevieve was changing her shoes to head out after eating breakfast, Maria came over and handed her an umbrella.
“Ms. Rachford, take care on the way. Don’t catch a cold from the rain,” the housekeeper exhorted gently.
Genevieve smiled and took the umbrella from her.
After she drove to the hospital, the bright sky suddenly turned dark as though it was going to rain soon.
On the way to Timothy’s office, she finally had the time to unlock her phone and first saw a few notifications for missed calls.
Besides Patrick, there were two other unknown numbers.
Does Patrick have something to discuss with me?
Genevieve went on WhatsApp to send a message to him, but Harriet sent her a text message at that very moment, asking if her vocal cords had healed. The elderly woman also mentioned that she knew Armand was coming back that day and invited them to the Faulkner residence to have a meal.
Thus, she first replied to Harriet’s message, saying that they would go over at night.
Noticing that she had reached Timothy’s office, she put her phone away and knocked on the door.
“You’re here?” Inside the office, Timothy was holding his phone, seemingly texting someone. When he saw Genevieve, he placed it into his pocket and said, “Let’s go. I’ll bring you to do a checkup.”
Nodding, she followed him to the place she had her blood drawn the last time.
To suppress her restlessness, she took a deep breath.
After the checkup, Timothy discovered there was nothing wrong with her condition and told the nurse to make the preparations.
Like before, he chatted with Genevieve in a light tone to divert her attention while he was collecting her blood.
The transparent blood bag with a volume of three hundred millimeters was soon filled up with warm blood.
Timothy passed the bag of blood to the nurse and took care of the puncture wound on Genevieve’s arm. Just as he was about to instruct another nurse to prepare a ward for her, she passed her phone to him.
On the screen was a message that read: I need to go to the Faulkner residence for dinner tonight. Can I come back for my admission around nine in the evening?
Timothy glanced at her phone and remained silent for a few seconds before replying, “Sure. If you feel unwell anywhere, you have to call me immediately. You have my phone number, right?”
Genevieve nodded.
“This is what the other party gave you.” He took out a card from his pocket and passed it to her. “It’s an account created under your name. There is one hundred million inside.”
One hundred million?
Genevieve was astonished but accepted it readily when she recalled the words Timothy told her on that day she left the hospital.
She typed: Dr. Jensen, this is the last time.
“Mmh, I know. You don’t have a strong constitution, after all,” he replied and pushed the chair away to get up. With his hands stuffed into the pockets of his white coat, he offered, “Let me see you off.”
Genevieve typed: It’s fine. You should get back to work. After showing him the message, she waved her hands, grabbed her umbrella and bag, and left.