Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 393

Could it really have been the same back then?

At that time, Margot was carrying her brother's child. Everett had made a promise to his brother, who would never be officially acknowledged in the Bennett family lineage, that he would ensure his brother's child would have their rightful place in the family tree, fulfilling his brother's last wish. But then, Margot fell because of her, and the child was lost forever. She felt she had to bear at least half the blame. And their own first child was also gone. Whether it was for the sake of producing an heir for the Bennett family or for the sake of their shaky marriage, they needed another child.

Everett locked eyes with Selena, his gaze dark and intense, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible. "Selena, when you wanted to save our marriage, you were adamant about having a child, doing everything you could to convince me. Now that I want a child, why is it suddenly not okay?"

"You accuse me of being hypocritical, Mrs. Bennett, but take a look in the mirror-aren't you being just as two-faced?"

His words practically pointed fingers at her, accusing her of being the only one allowed to "set fires," while forbidding others from even lighting a candle. Yet, Selena couldn't help but laugh.

"It's precisely because I've tried that I now know a child isn't a magic fix for a marriage. It's foolish to think so. Bringing a child into a loveless home is a tragedy!"

damaging a dysfunctional family could be to

"Everett, since you have someone you care about, cherish her. If you want kids, have them with her, before it's too late

she'd be advising her own husband to cherish his mistress. But now, if it

silent. He stared at her, his deep gaze making

a pause, he suddenly asked, "Do you still care

"You can't reason with someone who doesn't want to listen." Was Everett so intelligent that he truly couldn't grasp her point, or did

frustration, she emphasized, don't care! I'm just giving you some friendly advice! A relationship can't handle three people it

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Everett's expression visibly darkened, turning icy. She was pushing him away. She didn't care about him; she just wanted to

Everett lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest, then called out towards