Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 337

Once the baby arrived, he was set on keeping his promise of being the kind of husband and father who could make their little family thrive. These thoughts softened his heart, and he reached for his phone. But this time, he didn't call Selena. Instead, he rang up Derick. When Derick picked up, he was sprawled out on the couch and spoke with a hint of sarcasm, "What's Selena's uncle done this time that needs fixing?"

Easing Selena's worries usually meant dealing with her uncle, whom she adored like no other.

Derick, already in a panic, didn't bother with small talk. He blurted out, "Mr. Everett, your wife got into an accident just outside the company. She's in surgery now, and it's really serious. You need to get here fast!"

An accident outside the office? Images of the crash flashed through Everett's mind from when he'd seen it while leaving work. Could it have been Selena who got hit? Did she really come all the way to see him?

His hands shook violently, and his phone slipped to the floor with a thud.

Everett shot up from his seat and sprinted for the door. He barely made it a few steps before something held him back. Looking down, it was Margot, who must have run out of her room. She'd yanked out her IV in a hurry, blood trickling from her hand. "Everett," she cried, tears streaming down her face. "Are you really leaving me again for her? For that murderer Selena?"

Her voice was raw with pain, "You can't do this to me!"

He tried to pull away but couldn't shake her off.

"Margot," he said, his tone low and firm, veins standing out on his forehead, "Let go."

let you go

thoughts of Selena, was out of patience. With a bit of force, he pried Margot's

help you recover. You know what's between us.

refusing to accept it,

signaled to the nurses who had followed, "Keep an eye on

The nurses nodded, "Yes!"

reached out,

already striding

his car, his hands were trembling even more. He took a few deep breaths to

Selena stirred awake. The familiar scent of hospital disinfectant, the sterile white walls,

hand instinctively moved to her stomach, now

a choice-her or the

survived, but did that mean the

up, and her heart

W no v

her.

into the pitch-black