Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 305

With just a few words, Selena's eyes misted over. Her uncle knew her well, understanding the weight her family carried in her heart. Today, when she returned home, the housekeeper, thrilled to have her back, whipped up a special dessert perfect for her pregnancy. It was soft, melting in the mouth, sweet but not overly so. Maybe it was her good spirits or just the delightful taste, but Selena found herself indulging in two more servings than usual.

Seeing this, Brook thought she'd been deprived and couldn't hold back his tears. "It's all my fault for being so useless. If I hadn't messed up in business and ended up deep in debt, you wouldn't have had to marry Everett just for the dowry. I've let you down!" "It's all in the past. Why bring it up now?" Selena reassured him gently, "I'm... doing quite well now."

Truth be told, she had chosen to marry him back then. So, she didn't hold anyone else accountable for marrying Everett. She'd been willing, there was no blame to cast. Things just hadn't gone as planned.

"What's so great about that?"

A young, clear voice echoed from the top of the stairs. Ricky, in a black hoodie and sweatpants, hands tucked in his pockets, sauntered down with a casual air of defiance.

He flopped down beside Selena on the couch, slouching like a rag doll, and said with disdain, "What's good about a marriage where you can't be yourself? If you ask me, sis, you should divorce him and never look back!"

"Oh, wait, scratch that. After the divorce, find someone even better to make him eat his heart out... Callum would be perfect!"

his annoyance with Everett

Brook's face turned pale, his eyes hardening as he

might be scared of Everett, but I'm not. Why can't my sister divorce him if she's unhappy? Or are you just clinging to

you're trying to drive me to

raised his hand as if to hit him. Selena,

in a black sweater and dress pants, his presence more

he get

took his coat and fetched him slippers. After changing shoes, Everett walked

was a mixture

embarrassment and fear,

repeatedly, "Everett, I'm really sorry. This little rascal stayed up late playing video games, that's why he's talking

subservient attitude, stood up abruptly, his

smile playing on his lips. Even without saying a word, his presence was so commanding it felt suffocating. Brook was sweating bullets, desperately signaling Ricky with his eyes, terrified that Everett might just order someone to haul the rebellious kid away. Everyone knew what had happened to Jimmy