Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Those who looked down on her still did, mocking her dreams, saying she'd never rise above her station. If Josh hadn't proposed the engagement, she and Everett would have been worlds apart, their paths never crossing. Even if they'd married out of convenience, would it have ended happily? Some things couldn't be forced; she had resisted this truth, but now she saw it clearly.

Grace ladled some soup and placed it near her. "And what else?" she asked.

Selena snapped back to reality, offering a faint smile. "Oh, nothing."

She took a sip from the bowl and noticed Callum's absence. "Grandma, where's Dr. Campbell?"

"Callum mentioned he needed to get back to work with his group, so he couldn't stay for dinner. He just left."

"That makes sense," Selena mused, knowing he was there with his medical team and couldn't be away too long.

Noticing Everett's absence, Grace asked, "Selena, where's your husband?"

"He's feeling a bit off. He's not used to the climate. Said he wasn't hungry and went to rest."

"Is it serious?"

Some water will do the

"Marian, come on, join

...

black car parked by the curb. A tall figure leaned against it, cigarette

approached. "Everett, you should cut back on smoking,"

gaze. Both men

broke the silence. "If there's nothing else, I'll head

his cigarette, his question sharp and direct. "Was this trip to the countryside just a coincidence, or do you have other motives?" Callum glanced away, recalling the

Everett, his words measured. "It could be a

glint appeared in Everett's

by Everett's warning, and gently reminded, "If you don't appreciate her, someone else

walked away, fading

with Grace, chatting until it got late. Grace was either truly sleepy

eventually sent