Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

The next day, Josh woke up around noon. The once-strong elder looked frail and weak, lying in a hospital bed. The sight brought tears to Selena's eyes. She held his bony hand tightly, her voice breaking with emotion. "Grandpa, why didn't you tell us you were sick?"

Josh patted her hand gently, his tone calm and accepting. "Getting old and sick is just part of life. I kept quiet because I didn't want you all to worry like this." "Grandpa..."

"Don't fret. Now that I'm awake, I'll make sure to follow the treatment plan," Josh reassured her.

Seeing the tears still trickling down Selena's cheeks, Josh shot a stern look at Everett, who was standing off to the side. "Can't you see your wife is crying? Get over here and wipe her tears. Show some compassion!" "My son and I have always been known for doting on our wives. How did you turn out to be the odd one? Are you really a Bennett?"

Josh looked skeptically at Everett, and if his health had allowed, he might have dragged Everett for a DNA test right then.

Everett, with a stoic expression and perhaps out of respect for Josh's condition, reluctantly grabbed a couple of tissues and awkwardly dabbed at Selena's tears.

Selena clenched her fists, keeping her composure. She didn't want Josh to suspect anything was wrong. And once this charade of a "loving couple" was over, she'd finally be free! Forcing a shy smile, Selena said, "Thanks, honey."

Josh's anger faded quickly. He took both their hands and placed them together, speaking earnestly.

"I've lived a full life, enjoyed good food, travels, and love. I'm content. My only regret is not seeing your children."

drifted to Selena's stomach as he

news, but if Everett wasn't cooperating, what could she

deep voice chimed in, "Grandpa, we're working on it. There will be

stunned at how effortlessly Everett lied. He always flew into a rage at the

talking about her. He was prepping the ground for

really planned to bring Margot

had been ready to

guard by his agreeable attitude He just huffed, "You better keep your

I'll deal with

naturally nudged Selena out of the room, but she didn't mind. She

en

essentially done. It was time to collect her dues from

the room and finding it empty, she frowned

the phone. He abruptly ended the call as she got closer, as if

Margot. She didn't need to