Chapter 1003

Genevieve pursed her lips at Armand's reply and typed: No! A colleague saw my lunch, and I was
worried she would ask for an address if I told her I ordered delivery, so I just said it came from my
boyfriend. If I'd known she was such a gossip, I would've told her my brother sent me to lunch.

Armand: Good thing you didn't. Anyway, everything's done. Hand over your work in the next couple of
days before you move to the office upstairs.

Genevieve: That's fast.

They had just finished their examination in the morning, and the results were out after lunch.

Armand replied: All thanks to our talented Mrs. Faulkner.

Genevieve arched her brows as she read his message, clearly flattered by his praise. However,
something in his text soon niggled at her mind.

She asked: We're just dating. I feel like an old, married woman when you call me Mrs. Faulkner.

She arrived at the restroom and kept her phone.

Genevieve was about to push open the door when she saw a sign at the entrance saying the toilet was
out of use because of a faulty pipe.

She shrugged and headed upstairs.

It was her time of the month, and the first day of the cycle always exhausted her, likely because of



blood loss. She typically spent the entire day feeling drained.

After using the restroom upstairs, Genevieve checked her phone.

Armand's text was waiting for her. Should I call you Darling, then? Or I could just call you mine.

Genevieve was grudgingly impressed by his wittiness.

Smirking, she was about to reply to his message when another text came in: I had masala chai
delivered to your table. Make sure you finish it.

Damn that masala chai!

Genevieve's mood was ruined. She sent him an emoji of someone vomiting. Just as she was keeping
her phone, she suddenly slipped and fell down the stairs.

There was a panel of glass at the end of the stairwell, and Genevieve rammed right into it. Glass
shards flew everywhere.

She was wearing a midi dress that day, and a glass shard pierced her calf, immediately drawing blood.

Genevieve winced and gasped in pain.

Fortunately, a cleaning lady was heading upstairs to clean the restroom and came upon a bleeding
Genevieve sitting in a pool of glass shards. The cleaning lady shrieked in surprise and quickly called for
an ambulance.



Meanwhile, Armand had just sent away the institution head's secretary. On his way back to the office,
he noticed employees crowding the stairwell and caught a glimpse of Genevieve.

His gaze darkened, and he immediately pushed his way through the crowd.

Genevieve sat on the ground, her arms littered with tiny cuts. Her left calf, however, was bleeding
profusely after being sliced by a large glass shard, and the bandage around her wound failed to stem
the blood flow.

Aware of Genevieve's coagulation disorder, Armand quickly scooped her into his arms and ran
downstairs.

He settled her in his car and ordered the driver to drive as quickly as he could. With a government
vehicle and an emergency to boot, the driver ran every red light along the way and got them to General
Hospital in about five minutes.

The doctor at the hospital also knew of Genevieve's condition. They promptly dispatched medical staff
to administer emergency treatment.

Armand stood outside the ward screen and waited, his hands and shirt covered in Genevieve's blood.
Worried that Genevieve would require a blood transfusion, he asked the staff to retrieve the entire
stock of Genevieve's blood type from the blood bank.

A nurse soon showed up with several bags of blood.

She told Armand, “Mr. Faulkner, we're only left with three bags of blood. You must think of a way to



store more, or the next time Ms. Rachford is injured...” She trailed off, the unspoken meaning in her
words loud and clear.

Armand massaged his temples and smiled bitterly.

He wanted that more than anything in the world, yet after Marilyn's sudden death from gastrointestinal
bleeding, he had failed to find another person who shared Genevieve's rare blood type.

Genevieve had been raised like a princess, and in Armand's opinion, she deserved nothing but the
best in life. Alas, she had suffered immensely in recent times.

Armand called Cali and instructed her, “No one is allowed to access the surveillance camera footage or
anything in that stairwell.”

How could a glass panel suddenly appear in the stairwell?

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