Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 285

Perhaps it was because the knife had never cut him that he felt neither pain nor discomfort. He seemed incapable of understanding anyone else's suffering. After all, true empathy is a rare thing in this world. Without love for her, why would he feel any need to care for her wounds?

Selena had no choice but to open her eyes. From where she lay, she could see her own pale and weary reflection in Mr. Everett's dark eyes. Forcing a weak smile, she croaked, "Mr. Everett, not too busy, are we?"

Her sudden question made Everett frown slightly, a flicker of confusion in his gaze. Sensing this, Selena continued with a chill in her voice, "Your precious Margot must be shaken after such a scare. Her condition must be even more fragile now, and she needs you more than ever. Yet here you are with me, instead of comforting your sweetheart. Can you really juggle it all?"

Those last words dripped with sarcasm. Silence didn't sit well with Everett, but her sharp words were even more frustrating.

"Can you stop bringing her up?" Everett's tone turned icy. He never saw Margot as the issue between them, but Selena's constant mention of her was grating.

it had come to the point where even mentioning her was

slowly and deliberately, "Sign the divorce papers, and both of you can vanish from my life.

This again!

face darkened. In a fit of anger, he accidentally knocked over a vase on the nightstand. The vase shattered on the floor, scattering shards everywhere, and the roses inside sprawled across

roses, knowing she liked them, he had ensured fresh ones were delivered daily. Yet, here he was, making

when not. She no longer had any illusions about

the divorce papers, then I'll file for divorce myself! This time, the evidence

was hardly a secret

If he didn't mind the scandal, he should just go ahead with the divorce. Was she trying to threaten him? Amused by his own anger, he laughed, "Alright, Selena, let's see which lawyer would dare take your

"You..."

a rush of anger, a metallic taste rising in her throat Not satisfied, he grabbed her chin, his