Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 435

For the last six months, Everett had been by Selena's side for every prenatal check-up. Each time, the results showed their baby was as healthy as could be. So how could there suddenly be an issue? And if there was, why hadn't she said anything to him? All those

months, she kept silent, secretly turning to Callum for help. Did she ever truly care about him at all?

Everett's mind was a storm of anger and disbelief as he awaited Callum, who claimed to be standing up for Selena. When Callum finally showed, Everett spoke with a chill in his voice. "Even if that's the case, it should be her facing me, not you. She shouldn't be pretending to care while carrying my child, only to run off with another guy!"

"Callum, you're chasing after another man's wife, stirring up trouble in someone else's marriage. What right do you have to lecture me?" If Margot was called the other woman, then Callum was undoubtedly the other man!

"You're just being stubborn!" Callum realized there was no reasoning with him now.

The two were at it again, throwing punches and neither backing down. Jaime showed up late, as usual, but this time he wasn't about to dive into the fray. He hollered from the sidelines instead. "Cut it out, you two! You're supposed to be like brothers. What's this all about?" But his words fell on deaf ears. So Jaime had to put on a helmet to protect his good looks before stepping in to break them apart. After some kicks from Everett and elbows from Callum, he finally managed to separate them, gasping for air. "Seriously, are you two ever gonna quit? Are you really gonna end your friendship over one woman?"

of

for their lifelong bond, he'd be munching on popcorn, watching the

any friendlier. "Move aside, this is none of your

ace. "Everett, Callum is Josh's main doctor. What happens to Josh if you

off his gloves, and slammed them to the floor. He glared down at Callum, a sinister

was just his last shot to reach out to Callum, his brother. Since Callum chose to.

blame Everett

the gym. Alex was waiting at the door, politely handing him a towel.

the sweat from his neck, and coolly ordered,

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