Submitting To My Billionaire Ex-Wife by Allison Mild

Chapter 45 The next moment, feeling a strange warmth, Genevieve sat up straight and wiped away her tears, dodging that large hand.

A sense of distance and estrangement materialized between them.

Anthony's face fell.

The doctor pushed the patient into the ICU. Frank's surgery was not over yet.

However, according to the doctor, the surgery was very successful, and now they just needed to monitor their condition post-surgery.

Genevieve breathed a small sigh of relief.

She finally relaxed for a bit.

If something really happened to Margaret and Frank, she would not forgive herself.

Before leaving, she made a trip to the bathroom.

She overheard Quincey talking on the phone, complaining disdainfully in a low whisper. “That old hag is finally on the brink of death. She's still in the ICU. | hope she won't make it to tomorrow. | haven't forgotten how she despisedwhen | first joined the family. Even now, she keeps saying I'm not as good as Linda in any way why didn’t the car accident kill her? | might as well unplug her life support.” Genevieve's gaze darkened, and she felt a chill in her heart.

She had witnessed how malicious Quincey could be, but the latter had hidden it so well that Genevieve had never realized she harbored such deep hatred for Margaret.

Genevieve stood outside, and the person inside cout immediately after finishing the call.

The moment Quincey saw Genevieve, her expression instantly turned cold, and she stared at her warily. “What did you overhear?” she asked.

Genevieve stared at her for a few seconds and smiled calmly. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, but | heard everything | needed to,” she said.

She waved her phone in front of her, revealing that she was recording everything.

Quincey’s expression changed abruptly.

Genevieve shrugged, flashing her a cold smile.

“Mrs. Hoffman, letwarn you only once. No matter how much you hate Grandma Margaret, if you dare to pull any tricks I'll make sure the whole world knows how malicious you are!” she warned.

She deliberately lingered instead of leaving just to make Quincey afraid.

ad MM M Chapter 45 Anyway, she had nothing to lose. She could not let Margaret face any danger.

Quincey’s gaze instantly sharpened, and she gritted her teeth, glaring at Genevieve. “You dare to threaten me?” she asked.

*| dare. Do you want to try me?” Genevieve replied.

a Genevieve approached her, smiling as she spoke with a cold tone. “Mr. Hoffman is a fillal son. If he finds out what you said, Mrs. Hoffman, I'm afraid you'll be kicked out on the spot.” Quincey shuddered, her lips slightly paling in fear.

Genevieve smiled, turned around, and walked away when she saw that she had achieved her goal.

Infuriated and reluctant to back down, Quincey stared firmly at Genevieve’s retreating figure. “I won't lay a finger on her, and | won't cto the hospital again, but, Genevieve, don’t even think about coming back to the Hoffman family again!” she shouted.

She was dissatisfied with every fiber of Genevieve’s being. Not only did Genevieve have a lowly status, but she also defied her and even dared to threaten her.

Quincey thought Genevieve would be afraid of her threat, but the latter merely chuckled without even looking back.

“I'm not interested anyway!” Genevieve replied, her voice cold and decisive.

Genevieve waited until Frank's surgery had finished before leaving the hospital.

Anthony was busy investigating the culprit and the condition of the elderly couple and was too busy to pay attention to Genevieve.

After the surgery, the doctors discussed the following treatment plan before preparing to leave.

They were all top specialists in the country and were temporarily summoned to this hospital.

Anthony instructed Daniel, “Take good care of the specialists; attend to their every need.” One of the experts politely smiled and said, “Oh, you don’t have to, Mr. Hoffman. Ms. Lawrence's instructions are our command.” Anthony nodded after a moment of contemplation.

He was somewhat puzzled, wondering how Genevieve could gather so many specialists in such a short period of time.

‘She's just a director at Eagle Entertainment. How could she have such extensive connections and capabilities? he wondered.

Inside the hospital room, Rosalie anxiously dialed a number several times before someone answered.

“My dear, I've taken care of your matter for you. It happened right across from Eagle Entertainment. | finally found the opportunity to get rid of those two old people after pursuing them for a few days. Don’t forget to sendmy money!” A voice traveled from the other end of the line.

Rosalie almost passed out when she heard that. The faintest glimmer of hope she had vanished, and she clenched her jaw in anger. “They are Anthony's grandparents, the founders of Hoffman Group! You're done for...” Never in her wildest dreams did she expect the seemingly ordinary old lady who dressed like a caregiver was actually Anthony's grandmother.

‘I must've been crazy!’ she thought.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a sharp voice. “We're both in trouble. You only gavea photo without tellingwho they are. If you don’t givemoney, I'll turn myself in, and you won't be able to escape either!” she said.

Rosalie panicked and quickly spoke. “No, don’t go! Mom, you have to help me!” “What are you afraid of? Those two old people knew your secret. It’s perfect if they're dead. No one will know about what happened three years ago. Givethe money, and I'll leave immediately. No one will suspect you!” her mother replied.

Rosalie’s heart pounded hard in her chest. She felt as if a hand was pulling her into the abyss, where there was no point of return.

She swallowed hard and said, “Okay, you hurry and go!” Rosalie couldn't afford to lose everything she had gained.

On the third day, Genevieve found out at the company that Margaret was unconscious, and Frank was likely to enter a vegetative state.

She could not contain her sadness and visited the hospital several times, running into Anthony every single time.

Due to Margaret and Frank's situation, Genevieve did not mock or ridicule Anthony as usual, but she was not friendly either.

Anthony walked her out of the hospital a few times when she visited, and Rosalie happened to see them.

This time, as soon as Genevieve arrived at the hospital, Rosalie appeared.

She stood in front of her, appearing weak and vulnerable, looking at Genevieve innocently. “Ms. Lawrence, can we talk?” she asked.

“I don’t think there's anything for us to talk about,” said Genevieve impatiently, not even sparing Rosalie a glance.

Rosalie lowered her gaze pitifully and said, “It's about Grandma Margaret.” She could see that Genevieve cared about the old lady. That was the only way to make Genevieve agree to talk Sure enough, Genevieve glanced at her and asked, “Talk about what?” It’s not convenient here She gestured to a nearby resting area. Since they were on the VIP floor, the facilities were well-equipped, resembling those of a luxury hotel.- Genevieve lowered her gaze and followed her.

Rosalie sat across from her, lowering her gaze and smiling with a hint of shyness. “I know it was you who exposed my secret at the banquet last time, but | don’t blyou. Samson is indeed not his child, but he said he would treat any child | gave birth to as his own. As long as I'm the mother of the child, he will love them. We even planned to have a few children of our own,” she said.

“Are you done? | don’t have tto listen to your nonsense!” Genevieve interrupted her indifferently.

A pang of pain struck her heart as she thought of her unborn child.

It was like tearing open a scabbed wound.

She felt the pain spreading throughout her body but had to hold back the emotions.

Rosalie was indifferent to Genevieve's cold attitude, immersed in her own world of happiness, her gaze deepening. “Genevieve, | really hate you. You're pretty good at acting, pretending like you don’t care about the Hoffman family and still Anthony. But you can’t forget about that unborn child, can you? If you really don’t care about all that, why would you care about that child?”