Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

This sudden barrage of questions had Selena choking on her own spit, causing her to cough and blush a bright pink.

"Selena, you alright?" Callum asked, handing her a few tissues.

Everett's gaze cut sharply towards the calm Callum, his dark eyes narrowing with a chill that shattered the previously warm atmosphere. The room felt charged with tension.

Grace clutched her chest, feeling too embarrassed to look up. She had hoped Selena might bring home a future husband, but two at once? How were they going to get through this without a hitch?

Marian, looking equally anxious, quietly edged behind the grandmother, hoping to avoid any fallout.

Initially, Selena reached for the tissue, but Everett's intense glare stopped her in her tracks. It was as if his eyes warned her: touch the tissue, and you're in for it. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she managed to keep them still. Instead, she grabbed some tissues herself, dabbed her lips, and tossed them into the trash.

"Grandma, let me clear things up," she said, standing and moving beside Everett. Facing Grace, she said lightly, "You've got it wrong. This is Everett, your grandson-in-law."

"Then... who's this gentleman?" Her eyes darted to the gentle

close buddy. He's here for a charity clinic workshop, and we just happened to meet

she finished, Callum

I'm sorry. I overheard your conversation with Selena and wanted to make you happy. I didn't mean for things

sign of blame. She even said, "No need to apologize. I

hint of regret in Grace's

turned to Everett. "Everett, hope you're

were a tight line,

made her nervous. Worried he'd lose his cool and upset Grandma, she quickly chimed in, "Why would Everett be bothered?

smile, her eyes wide and imploring, "Right,