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?"

water will

called Marian over, "Marian, come on, join us. I'm determined to finish

...

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

paused, then approached. "Everett, you should cut back on smoking," he

his eyelids, meeting Callum's gaze. Both men stood eye to eye, silently challenging

silence. "If there's nothing

coincidence, or do you have other motives?" Callum glanced away, recalling the scene under the streetlight where he and Selena stood, teased by

measured. "It could be a

appeared in Everett's eyes. "Callum,

unaffected by Everett's warning, and gently

away,

chatting until it got late.

sent her off to her