Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild ( Genevieve)

Chapter 44

They were in the same hospital.

Anthony wasn’t in the mood to care about Rosalie.

He went to the emergency room nervously.

Genevieve’s thick eyelashes drooped slightly. Her face was pale, but she still stood there listening carefully to the doctor’s treatment plan.

Anthony strode over with a domineering look and a cold aura. “How’s it going?”

Genevieve glanced at him, and she also saw Rosalie behind him. She said nothing.

The doctor detailed everything to Genevieve. “The patients are in a critical condition, especially Mr. Hoffman. He is old and fragile, with multiple fractures and internal organ bleeding. His injuries are more serious. Mrs. Hoffman is in a slightly better condition, but she has been hit on the head and is currently in a coma due to surgery.”

Anthony’s face darkened and his pupils shrank slightly. He pursed his thin lips and called the director of the hospital directly. “Get the best doctor to operate…”

The doctor in front of him interrupted and said, “Mr. Hoffman, the surgeons operating are all the best in the country. Ms. Lawrence has arranged everything.”

Anthony looked up at Genevieve with mixed emotions stirring in his chest.

However, Genevieve didn’t say a word.

Behind him, Rosalie couldn’t help stepping forward and said with a hint of complaint in her voice, “It turns out to be such an important matter. Why didn’t you say it directly, Ms. Lawrence? That way, we wouldn’t have delayed it for so long….

Genevieve’s drooping eyes were frosty.

She looked up, an incredulous look flashing in her eyes. “You scolded me and hung up the phone, Ms. Stewart. Did you give

me time to talk?”

‘Does Rosalie think I won’t fight back? Or does she think I’ll be too lazy to explain myself? Genevieve mused.

“You are talking nonsense…” Rosalie’s face turned pale. When she was about to explain, Anthony looked at her impatiently.

“That’s enough,” Anthony said in a heavy voice.

Unbeknownst to himself, he was already biased toward one of them.

He believed Genevieve’s words.

Anthony looked at Genevieve and pressed his lips slightly. “What happened back then?

Genevieve said calmly, “Grandma Margaret knew about our divorce and wanted to talk to me. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw a car crash into her vehicle.”

Suddenly, she felt her heart constrict in pain.

The panic was indescribable, and she could only watch helplessly as the incident occurred.

Anthony’s face froze. His eyes darkened, and his heart ached.

When the doctor went in, the police also rushed over. “Ms. Lawrence, did you see the perpetrator?”

“Yes,” Genevieve replied.

The police asked, “Do you recognize the perpetrator?”

“I don’t recognize the person,” Genevieve said.

Genevieve paused and suddenly recalled something. “It was a woman in her forties, with dark curly hair and a black mole on the left side of her face under her chin.”

The policeman nodded and recorded her description.

When Rosalie heard this, her face suddenly turned pale.

Her eyes were full of shock. She suddenly felt her feet go limp and fell on Anthony’s body beside her.

She clutched Anthony’s waist with both hands, trembling.

Anthony frowned and was about to move her away, but when he saw her shivering all over, he paused for a second. “What’s wrong?”

Rosalie’s mind went blank, her heart thumping, and her hands and feet turning cold. She gradually came to her senses when she heard Anthony’s words.

She burst into tears, and the shock in her eyes turned to grief. “I’m just so scared and worried. I hope Mr. Hoffman and Mrs. Hoffman will be fine.”

Anthony frowned, guessing that she was experiencing an episode of depression and helped her limp body to a seat near

them.

Rosalie held Anthony’s waist tightly with her arms, like a vine, weak and boneless, but she was unwilling to let go. “Anthony, I’m not feeling well. My head hurts…”

She sounded as if she was wronged.

Anthony frowned and looked at Genevieve subconsciously.

with coldness as if she was merely a bystander watching a good show, without any anger or jealousy

His heart sank slightly, and he simply pushed Rosalie away impatiently. “If you don’t feel well, go back. No one wants you to stay here.”

Tears streamed down Rosalie’s cheeks as she lowered her head and bit her lips.

The police officer was speechless when he saw this.

He asked Genevieve a few more questions, and Genevieve answered them truthfully.

Genevieve couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t there surveillance cameras on that street?”

“We found the car. The license plate should have been scrapped a long time ago,” the police officer said. “The surveillance camera at the entrance was broken. When we watched the surveillance camera at the intersection, the perpetrator wore a hat and mask, and we could not see her appearance clearly.”

Anthony’s face was cold and menacing.

He squinted his eyes and said, “Someone did it on purpose.”

His jaws were tight, and his face was dangerously dark.

Genevieve reckoned the same.

However, she couldn’t figure out why the perpetrator wanted to kill an old couple.

Soon, Daniel came over, took a look at Genevieve and Rosalie, pursed his lips and said, “Mr. Hoffman, the Chairman and his wife are here.”

Anthony pursed his lips and looked at Rosalie

Rosalie sprang to her feet, pale and trembling as she said, “I–I’m going back to the ward. I will visit Mr. Hoffman and Mrs. Hoffman later.”

She didn’t want to run into Quincey right now.

Quincey still hated her to the core because of that party.

Anthony said nothing and watched her hurry away.

Genevieve stood motionless, unmoved by the arrival of Quincey and Presley.

Anthony’s eyes flickered, knowing how unpleasant Quincey’s words could be. He was about to warn Genevieve off, but Presley and Quincey had already arrived.

“Anthony, how’s it going?” Presley’s face darkened.

Anthony pursed his lips and said in a cold voice, “They’re still under rescue.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as he finished speaking. Quincey shot a look at Genevieve, her voice turning unconsciously shrill as she demanded, “Why are you here? Are you here to shed crocodile tears? You are not welcome here. Get out of here.”

Genevieve glanced at Quincey indifferently and responded with restraint, “This is a hospital. It’s none of my business whether you like me here or not.”

Quincey’s eyelids twitched. family. Let me tell you-”

you bitch! Don’t think I don’t know that you want to please the old lady and join the Hoffma

Before she could finish, Anthony couldn’t help but interrupt her, “Mom, this is a hospital. Don’t make noise!”

There was a touch of coldness in his tone.

Presley also frowned and warned, “Shut up and keep your voice down!”

Quincey’s chest heaved up and down, glaring at Genevieve.

Gehevieve looked away and stood opposite the family.

They had nothing to do with each other now.

Two hours later, doctors and patients in the emergency room finally came out.

Margaret was covered with tubes, and her face was pale and lifeless.

Genevieve couldn’t get the image of Margaret waving and smiling at her out of her head.

Her eyes reddened, and tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably.

She felt a heavy weight bearing down on her chest.

After all, this was Margaret, one of Genevieve’s favorite people.

anthony’s eyes narrowed and his emotions restrained. Looking at Genevieve wiping her tears, he had mixed feelings.

She must be feeling so sad because she still thinks of herself as my wife, Anthony thought.

le involuntarily reached out and landed his big hand on Genevieve’s shoulder, half–embracing her…