My Flirtacious Husband

“Johanna!” Genevieve paled and rushed toward her.
It was then she saw the short arrow that was stabbed into Johanna’s chest.
It was a deep wound, and the end of the arrow was almost buried under her skin.
By then, the colors were draining out of Johanna’s face from the loss of blood. She muttered, “I’m fine. It’s just that my chest
hurts a lot...”
“You’ve been shot by an arrow,” Genevieve told her as she used her handkerchief to wrap the wound up. At the same time, she
cried out for help.
There was a proper infirmary in Central Group, but it was after working hours.
Cassie, who had yet to leave, hurried in. When she saw Johanna in a pool of blood, her face turned ashen. She then helped
Genevieve bring Johanna up into the car to send her to the hospital.
While Johanna was sent into the operating room, Genevieve and Cassie waited outside.
“Ms. Rachford,” Cassie started, her voice still soft from the fear. She then took two pieces of wet tissues and handed them to
Genevieve. “How did Jo get hurt?”
As Genevieve wiped the blood from her hands, she narrowed her eyes and mulled over it. “I think there’s something wrong with
the package Specter Corporation sent.
She had heard a thump when Johanna was opening the package on the other side of the table.
After that, Johanna was injured.
When Genevieve realized that there were few people in the office by the time they left for the hospital, she asked Cassie to head
back and lock up the office. Genevieve was planning to deal with it in the office the next day before making a copy of the lobby’s
surveillance footage.
As she leaned against the wall and waited for the doctor, a thought popped into her head. She then fished out her phone and
sent a message to Timothy.
Johanna would certainly have to be hospitalized after a grave injury like that.

The two chatted for a short while on WhatsApp. Less than three minutes later, Timothy arrived outside of the emergency room.
He was in casual clothes, and Genevieve guessed that his working hours must be over.
The moment she saw him, she grumpily muttered, “You could have just made arrangements for a bed for me. I didn’t ask you to
come.”
“Hey, I am worried about you all,” Timothy said as he glanced at the operating room.
If not for the fact that his work shift was over, he would have entered the operating room to find out more about the situation.
“Wasn’t she in the office? How did she get hurt?”
Genevieve then gave Timothy a brief explanation of what happened earlier.
“She got hurt while opening the package?” Timothy rubbed his chin and mulled over Genevieve’s words. “I’m guessing that either
someone had swapped the package during its delivery, or...”
“I’ve asked Cassie to head back to the office and save today’s surveillance footage first,” Genevieve told him before turning to
look at the operating room.
All she could do was hope that Johanna would turn out fine.
Around twenty minutes later, the doors to the operating room finally opened.
When the doctor came out and saw Timothy, he was taken aback for a moment. Then, he said to Genevieve, “The arrow was
buried deep, but it didn’t hurt any of her vital organs. It’s best for her to stay in the hospital for a few days first.”
Hearing that, Genevieve finally relaxed. “Thank you.”
Johanna was hurt, but she was awake the entire time.
Soon, the nurse pushed her out of the operating room. When she saw Genevieve and Timothy, she curiously asked, “Why aren’t
you smiling now that I’m out? Are you that ready to attend my funeral?”
“Hey,” Timothy started as he pinched her cheek. “Aren’t you scared of dying?”

“Of course, I am! But I’m not dead!” Johanna replied with a giggle. She even added, “Thank god I was the one who opened the
package. If it was Genev... things would have been worse.”
Johanna was then sent to the private ward and moved to the room beside Armand’s.
Genevieve was somewhat the reason for Johanna’s injury, so she insisted on sticking around to take care of Johanna. After
entering the delivery app, she ordered a bowl of oatmeal from the same shop she ordered from the other time.
“Get two sets,” Timothy said as he glanced at her screen. “Your husband didn’t eat anything at night.”
Genevieve turned to give him a look before furrowing her brows. “He’s blind, not immobile. Doesn’t he know how to call for the
nurse to come if he’s hungry?”
“Not only has he lost his eyesight, but he has to go through physiotherapy to stand again.” Timothy sighed as he rubbed his
forehead. “Put yourself in his shoes. If you’re stuck in bed and need the help of others, what will you feel? He has an ego, too.
You’re his wife, so he won’t feel that you’re laughing at him while you take care of him and feed him.”