My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 289

“Genevieve, I beg you! Please spare my mom…” pleaded Marilyn while crying. “I’ll apologize to you and you can bully me however you want. Why are you doing that to an old lady like her?”

Genevieve bent down and wiped her tears away. “Does it hurt? When I begged you to spare Patrick, how did you treat me? If you didn’t send anyone to chase me, I would’ve gone overseas with Patrick. After I leave, what kind of threat would I pose to you?”

Whenever she remembered the scene of Patrick dying in her arms, her heart ached terribly.

“I wasn’t born cruel. But I’ll repay the deed if someone treats me badly,” continued Genevieve. “Marilyn, you dug your own grave.”

Remembering something, Genevieve asked Timothy, “Do you have a cigarette?”

Timothy stuck his hand into his coat’s pocket and took out a box of cigarettes. He asked curiously, “Why do you want a cigarette?”

Without saying anything, Genevieve took out a cigarette from the box and lit it up with a lighter. She asked Timothy, “Other than her stomach, where else can she feel the pain?”

Immediately understanding her intentions, Timothy was mortified for a moment. “Her collarbones and waist.”

“What are you going to do?” Marilyn wanted to struggle, but she could not move her body at all. She screamed shrilly, “Genevieve, you have promised my mom!”

Glancing at the lit cigarette in her hands, Genevieve said with a smile, “I’ll definitely honor my promise. Timothy’s here, so you don’t have to worry about anything happening to your child. But I must return what you’ve left on my body. You can choose between your collarbones and your waist?”

Marilyn remembered the torturous experience that Genevieve had suffered a long time ago. A chill ran down her spine as she shook her head violently.

“I’ll choose for you then.” Genevieve forcefully tugged Marilyn’s collar down, revealing her collarbones.

“Burning your waist might affect your baby, so I shall do it on your collarbones.” With that, she stabbed the cigarette onto Marilyn’s fair collarbones.

“Argh!” shrieked Marilyn miserably as pain surged through her body. She could not stop trembling.

When Martha saw her daughter suffering from such treatment, she tried to free herself from the chair furiously. “Genevieve, you… you…”

Genevieve lit another cigarette and pressed it beside the previous burn.