My Husband Is a Gary Stu Chapter 1004

Fortunately, it only took a short while before Genevieve's wound stopped bleeding. Since she did not
lose much blood, the three bags of blood remained unused. However, her face was as pale as a sheet,
and Armand's heart ached when he saw her looking like that.

He brought her some warm water so that she could take her medicine, then took her to the ward.

Genevieve gazed down at her leg wrapped in thick bandages and said to him, “I've never really
suffered any injuries while growing up. But I got kidnapped previously, and now my calf is wounded...”

After a brief pause, she continued in a confused tone, “Why can't I seem to catch a break?”

“You look pale and need to rest,” Armand replied, changing the subject. “Lie down and take a nap. I'll
make you something delicious and bring it over tonight.”

Genevieve shook her head. “My leg hurts. I can't sleep. I wasn't looking at my phone while going down
the stairs, nor did I miss a step. But the steps felt slippery as though there was something on it. That's
why I tumbled down and crashed into the glass.”

Armand's gaze darkened, but his tone was gentle as he replied, “Don't worry. I'll get to the bottom of it.”

Genevieve was relieved when she learned she had been placed on leave. She stayed in the ward
without fuss.

Armand stayed with her until four o'clock. After returning to the government building, he checked the
stairs immediately but did not find anything suspicious.



However, upon closer inspection, he noticed drops of oil on the steps that seemed to be olive oil.

Since the faulty piping in the restroom downstairs was getting fixed, those from the lower floors would
also use the restroom upstairs. There was no way to track down who had spilled olive oil on the stairs.

As for the pane of glass, he found that it was for the Department of Public Information. There had been
some strong gales some time ago, causing the glass in one of their office windows to break. They had
placed an order for a new pane of glass, and it had only arrived that day.

After taking the freight elevator to the wrong floor, the workers had left the glass there temporarily,
planning to go and find out what floor they were supposed to go to before moving it away. None of
them had expected such an incident to happen.

Armand was taken aback by how cunning the perpetrator was to come up with such a plan.

It was clear that the person wanted Genevieve to get hurt.

Nonetheless, he did not act rashly. He waited until everyone got off work, then turned off all the
surveillance cameras inside the building and headed to the Department of Public Information. He went
through the documents, sticky notes, and water bottles on the desks.

When he got to the fourth desk, he detected the faint smell of olive oil on a pen on the table.

He flipped through the documents and glanced at the name of the person who sat at that desk.

Over at the hospital, Genevieve was lying comfortably on her side on the hospital bed, engrossed in a
variety show featuring female socialites getting into catfights.



When Armand walked in carrying a food jar, he asked, “Are you hungry?”

Genevieve threw away the nuts in her hand, then slowly sat up in bed. “I've been starving for ages. I
ordered fried chicken after you left, but it didn't taste good.”

Armand's face clouded over. “How could you eat junk like that? I won't tolerate it if you do that again.”

Regardless of whether it was during their first meeting or just that morning, Armand had always been
good-natured and soft-spoken toward her. However, at that moment, he was angry, and his tone was
solemn.

Somewhat taken aback, she mumbled, “I only took one bite. Look!”

She quickly picked up the takeout box on the table. Inside lay a dry-looking chicken drumstick, and
someone had taken a small bite.

Armand's expression finally relaxed, and he opened the food jar. Inside was some pork bone broth and
a serving of stir-fry with celery.

Genevieve frowned at the sight of the celery. Nonetheless, she knew he was a good cook and that he
could probably turn tree leaves into a delicious dish. She picked up her fork and began to eat.

The broth was especially tasty with no unpleasant smell.

Armand got up to stack two more pillows behind her and adjust the bed higher so she could lean back



comfortably.

As she ate, she asked, “Did you find out anything?”

“Someone deliberately left the pane of glass in the stairway and spilled olive oil on the stairs,” Armand
replied. “The culprit is Cassandra from the Department of Public Information. She probably heard from
someone that you would be taking over Ms. Briggs' position and was unhappy about it.”

Cassandra and Genevieve were around the same age, and the former had worked in the Department
of Public Information for a long time. It was unsurprising that she felt upset over having her chance at a
promotion snatched away by someone who had just joined the company not too long ago.

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