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Chapter 211
Chapter 211
Soon, the ambulance arrived, and Monica was quickly taken away on a stretcher.
Genevieve spoke to Darrell, and she saw Andrea hurriedly head for Quincey from the corner of her eyes. The two were planning to leave.
Genevieve caught up with them with wide strides, grabbed Andrea’s arm, and pulled her back.
Andrea stumbled and was slapped on the face before she could stand still.
“Ah!” Andrea screamed, covering her face and trembling with grievance.
None of the staff present dared to step forward to mediate the dispute.
It didn’t stop there.
Genevieve didn’t let go of her at all, delivering another slap.
Slap!
Andrea was terrified, and her scream echoed with gut–wrenching agony.
People might think she had been stabbed if they didn’t know better.
Terrified and panicked, Andrea hid behind Quincey.
Quincey would be implicated if Genevieve were to hit her again.
Genevieve paid no heed at all. The moment she raised her hand again, Quincey shouted in shock, “Genevieve, have you gone mad?”
Genevieve’s eyes were cold. She clenched her fists tightly and took a deep breath.
Suddenly, Genevieve laughed. “Yes. This is not the right way to do it.”
She thought of a better idea.
Genevieve took a deep look at Andrea, then turned and left the store.
Quincey’s expression changed significantly, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
She pretended to be calm and asked the nearby staff, “What’s the relationship between that old lady and her?”
The staff paused and replied truthfully, “She’s Ms. Lawrence’s relative. Ms. Lawrence calls her ‘Grandaunt Monica.“”
It was certain they were relatives, especially with Genevieve personally accompanying her.
Andrea looked at Quincey in a panic. “Mrs. Hoffman, everything I did was for you!”
Her feud with Genevieve was far from over, and another incident had been added to the list.
It was imaginable how much Genevieve hated Andrea.
Quincey pushed Andrea away fiercely, distancing herself. “Who told you to do that? I just wanted that old hag to get out, and you actually wanted to kill her?”
It was unclear which word stung Andrea, and her expression changed drastically.
The deep–seated fear in Andrea’s heart momentarily overwhelmed her rationality, and she grabbed Quincey’s clothes tightly, pleading, “Mrs. Hoffman, please help me! Please don’t let Genevieve retaliate against me, considering that I helped Lauraine find a match.”
Quincey’s expression changed significantly, and she gritted her teeth. “We need to talk to Anthony about this.”
Genevieve stood at the door of the ward in the hospital.
Monica had multiple fractures and needed quiet rest, and Genevieve called Darrell to inform him of the
situation.
Darrell and Samantha returned in a hurry and rushed to the hospital.
The incident would be difficult to keep from Rebecca and Alice, so they were informed to come as well.
Samantha went outside to speak with the doctor about Monica’s injury, Darrell was accompanying Monical inside, who was gradually awakening.
Genevieve stood at the door and dealt with Rebecca and Alice.
Alice stood quietly behind Rebecca, not saying much.
It was common for the elderly in the village to get hurt from a bump. However, the injury was more serious this time, and Monica simply needed to rest well at home.
Rebecca relentlessly began expressing filial piety.
As her elder, Rebecca reprimanded Genevieve for taking Monica out shopping.
Upon seeing Genevieve’s increasingly cold expression, Rebecca then eased up slightly.
Soon, Anthony arrived with Quincey and Andrea.
Andrea was holding a fruit basket and a bouquet.
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He approached Genevieve, and his eyes were dark. “Genevieve.”
Genevieve raised her head. Her expression was cold as she struggled to suppress something.
Finally, Anthony had come.
“How is Mrs. Lawrence?” Anthony’s voice was deep. His expression was complex as he looked at her, completely ignoring the unfamiliar people around him.
Genevieve looked at him, pursed her lips, and replied coldly, “She’s not dead. Are you guys disappointed?”
Her gaze finally landed on Quincey and Andrea.
Anthony was stunned. His eyes darkened, and his voice involuntarily turned colder. “Genevieve, don’t talk nonsense. This is just an accident.”
Genevieve chuckled lightly with a hint of indifference. “An accident? I saw your fiancée push her down with my
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own eyes. Are you telling me this is an accident?”
Her voice was calm but somewhat shrill.
Samantha walked over from nearby indifferently, and she couldn’t conceal the disgust in her eyes. “Mr. Hoffman, there’s no need to talk about useless things. How about you tell us how you want to handle this?”
Anthony didn’t miss the disgust in Samantha’s eyes, and his face darkened.
He nodded slightly, then turned to look at Andrea.
Andrea hurriedly walked over piteously. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Lawrence. It’s all my fault. It was too dark at the time, and I accidentally tripped her. It wasn’t intentional. This is a small token of my apology. Please accept it.”
Andrea held up the fruit basket and flowers in her hands, but no one took them.
Her arms were getting sore. Andrea stood there awkwardly, casting a pleading glance at Anthony.
Samantha couldn’t help but let out a faint scoff, and there was a hint of sharpness hidden in her tone as she stated, “She suffered multiple fractures because of you, and you think you can make
amends with a simple apology and a basket of shabby fruits?”
Rebecca couldn’t help but agree from the side. “Exactly. You look well–dressed, but you’re so stingy. You’re not willing to spend a dime, are you?”
Samantha frowned slightly and glanced at Rebecca without saying a word.
Anthony lowered his gaze slightly and took out a bank card from his pocket, handing it over to Samantha. “This is a token of our goodwill to buy some nourishment for Mrs. Lawrence.”
Samantha stood still and didn’t accept it, but her eyes became colder.
Rebecca’s heart stirred. She wanted to take it, but Samantha stopped her.
Samantha looked at Anthony coldly. “We don’t need your money, and no one is short of this change. Mr. Hoffman, is this how you handle things?”
Silence enveloped the room.
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Genevieve stood up, walked to Anthony, and calmly looked at him. “Anthony, send Andrea to prison, and this matter can be put to rest.”
She seemed distant as if a thousand miles separated her from him.
They had only parted that morning, but Anthony felt that Genevieve had become a different person in the twinkling of an eye.
Despite being aware of his difficult situation, Genevieve showed no sign of backing down and lacked even a hint of sympathy.
She was pressuring him to make a choice, compelling him into a humiliating defeat.
Anthony pursed his thin lips, and his face was tense.
Quincey, upon noticing Anthony’s silence, worried about the situation escalating. She couldn’t help but step forward and say, “Genevieve, she merely tripped. If it were a child, perhaps they’d scrape their knee. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss? Besides, Andrea didn’t do it on purpose. Nobody wants such things to happen. We’re here in person to apologize sincerely.”
Genevieve smiled coldly. “Both parties know whether this was intentional or not. The truth will come out eventually.”
Quincey felt uneasy under her gaze.