Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Selena was all about tending to the wound, barely paying attention as she replied, "Which comment? The one where you called me a bastard?"

"Or was it the part about me being good for nothing?

"Or maybe the bit where you said I'm blind and can't tell right from wrong?"

Everett gritted his teeth, staying silent.

Once Selena wrapped up the wound care, she tidily put the ointment and swabs back in the first aid kit, closed it, and calmly wiped her hands with a disinfectant wipe. Finally, she added with a casual air, "If you're talking about that, well, I think Grandpa nailed it!" Everett, possibly too riled up to speak, just kept quiet. But when she tried to get off the bed, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.

Caught off guard, she found herself spun around and gently laid back down. Selena looked up at him, wide-eyed, her hands reflexively pushing against his chest, trying to keep her cool as she spoke. "What are you up to?"

Everett's dark eyes held her reflection, and he spoke softly, "I was referring to Grandpa's suggestion that we should hurry up and have kids."

Ever since they tied the knot, he'd been dead-set against having kids. Just the mere mention would set him off, and he'd warn her not to even go there.

on earth was

"Weren't you

keen on the idea. It wasn't just about creating a love child with the man she adored; it was about her own

at her, his brow furrowed, struggling with his thoughts before he finally spoke, sounding

the only way you'l be happy, and it makes

too..." He took a deep

he was

"Then let's

she'd hear him agree in this lifetime, yet here it was, happening

this. When Margot flaunted their

a child was the main hurdle between them. Solving this might mean he'd settle down, cut ties with Margot, and she'd find security in

she felt none of that joy. She even found it a

lawful wife had him