Chapter 392
Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife
Chapter 392
Grandma Margaret sighed,
âNo one has come to chat with us for a long time.â
âIsnât Anthony also in the hospital?â
âAnthony has a broken leg now. He is very selfâabased, unwilling to see others and likes to lose his temper. We all think that he is about to jump off the building in depression. Frank and I are going to kill himâ
Grandma Margaret murmured to herself.
Genevieveâs eyes widened.
Is it that serious?
Last time she went there, Anthony secretly said that she was a vicious Daisy!
She was so energetic that no one could compete with her.
How could he be so depressed and selfâabased that he jumped off a building?
âGrandma Margaret, are you overthinking it?â
âMr. Gen, this is a scandal of the Hoffman family. Donât let it get out. Grandma Margaret told you as her own person.
âDo you know why Anthony had a car accident?â
âI donât know. Didnât you say there was a traffic accident?â
Genevieveâs heart skipped a beat.
Grandma Margaret sighed softly and feltâdistressed,
âHe is a racing driver who won the championship. How could he have an accident?
Before he drove off, he went to the Lawrence mansion where his mother and lover were moving things from the Hoffman family. He quarreled with them.
His mother didnât care about him at all. Now that his mother was pregnant, she only cared about Louis and the baby in her belly, so she wanted to eat meat by stepping on the threshold of the Hoffman family.
He just didnât know what to say.
After you got married, he couldnât handle the relationship between his mother and daughterâinâlaw. That was because he still had hope for Quincey as a mother.
But look, after his father died, his mother showed her true colors without scruples. If it werenât for his mother, how could he have had a car accident?â
Grandma Margaretâs words made Genevieveâs chest shake slightly.
Her heart beat fast, thinking that after she divorced Anthony, Quincey didnât respect her at all.
No matter how embarrassed Anthony was, Quincey didnât care about him.
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From this point of view, Anthony was really a little pitiful.
This time, Quincey actually had someone elseâs child and even confronted Anthony openly. How could Anthony calm
down?
The more he acted indifferent, the more he cared.
Genevieve suddenly feels that Anthony has become a poor, unwanted child!
She kept silent for a long time.
Grandma Margaret couldnât help but say,
âMr. Gen, for the sake of his death, you should persuade him to live one more day, and we can rest assured.â
Genevieve pursed her lips and felt relieved.
âI know, Grandma Margaret. Iâll go and persuade him.
âOkay, Iâll leave it to you. Grandma Margaret is about to take the medicine. Bye!â
Mrs. Hoffman hung up the phone without giving Genevieve a chance to go back on her words.
Genevieve:
Although Genevieve felt that it was inappropriate for her to go there too often, she understood what Grandma Margaret
meant.
Quincey was the soft spot in Anthonyâs heart.
His parents will only blindly ask him for his excellence, but no love.
What Quincey did was a big blow to him!
With that in mind, Genevieve asked Jasper to go into the private kitchen and pack some of Anthonyâs favorite meals. Then she drove them there herself.
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They arrived at the hospital.
Strangely, except for the bodyguards outside, there was no one inside.
Genevieveâs heart skipped a beat.
Push the door and go in.
There was no sign of Anthony inside..
âWhere is she?â
Genevieve went out and asked.
The bodyguard pursed his lips and said,/Anthony doesnât want us to know where he is.â
Another bodyguard said,
âI saw Anthony smoking on the rooftop when I went for a walk last time!â
Genevieveâs heart sank.
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Thinking of Grandma Margaretâs words, she inevitably had a had feeling.
âIs he really upset?â she thought.
Genevieve pursed her lips, immediately put down her things and ran to the rooftop.
The bodyguard at the door pursed his lips and asked, âWhy did Anthony go to the rooftop for a smoke?â
Another bodyguard said. âNo smoking in the hospital. Every time you smoke, it will trigger the fire alarm. Please!â
Lindsey nodded. âOkay!â
Genevieve pushed open the iron gate on the rooftop.
She looked at a man in a wheelchair beside the rooftop, near the railing, with his back to her.
His arm rested on the handrail beside him, and his sleeve rolled up to his forearm. The blue veins were slender and strong. He held a clearly extinct cigarette in his hand. He didnât smoke but just let the fire flash.
He didnât move. His back was stiff.
Seeing this. Genevieveâs heart sank.
She had never seen Anthony so depressed as if he could disappear here anytime and anywhere.
There was a thick fog in the distance, which could not be dispersed. The visibility was only about 200 meters.
Heâs not sitting here enjoying the traffic, is he?
He was so fragile as if he could bend down at any time, disappearing under the rooftop and into the thick fog.
Genevieveâs heart seemed to have a little current through, that kind of with somewhat flustered heart, can not hide.
She took a deep breath and stepped forward as if nothing had happened. Her footsteps were very light, but she still made a
sound.
But Louis didnât move, as if he was completely immersed in his own world.
As if he was dead?
Genevieve pursed her lips and quickened her pace.
She walked over and watched Louis sitting there with his eyes closed, motionless.
Genevieveâs heart sank as if he had been soaked in cold water.
Her eyes instantly turned red, and tears surged out uncontrollably.
But she didnât dare to make a sound.
Even her own breathing was careful.
She stretched out her hand tremblingly to feel Anthonyâs breath.
One second, two seconds, five secondsâ¦.
There was no movement or breathing.
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Genevieve touched his cold face, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Her mind went blank in an instant.
The body was heavy and shaky
Suddenly, her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground. She didnât even have the strength to stand up as if all her strength and support had been taken away by life.
She thought it shouldnât be like this. They had become strangers, and she shouldnât have felt so sad because of him.
She clenched his hand and choked with tears. The hand was extremely cold, without a trace of warmth.
She couldnât help but bury her head in his leg, uncontrollably sad and crying with endurance and suppression.
âAnthony, why did you die like this?â
She cried her words out intermittently.
The next second.
A hand gently landed on her head and stroked her hair.
She froze slightly, slowly raised her head, and looked up at him with red eyes.
Anthony looked at her with a smile.
The next second.
Genevieve jumped up in horror:
âAh, he came back to lifeâ¦
Her tears were still hanging on her eyes. Her eyeliner was a little dizzy and blurred, looking sad and fearful
Seeing her reaction, Anthonyâs face darkened at once.
Came back to life?
Shouldnât she be moved to jump into his arms and say that she loved him for ten thousand years?