Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 470

The call came from the hospital-Josh's condition had taken a turn for the worse, and he'd relapsed yet again. For the past couple of months, his health had been all over the place, with frequent episodes that felt like they could be his last. Everett didn't waste a second.

This time, the surgery dragged on longer than usual. Everett stood alone outside the operating room, his eyes fixed on the bright moon hanging in the night sky. The hallway was eerily quiet and chilly, and he found himself missing Selena more than ever. He remembered that time outside the OR when she sat silently beside him. She didn't need to say a word; just having her there was enough to calm his troubled mind.

As soon as he hung up, he jumped into his car and raced to the hospital.

He'd long realized that his need for Selena went beyond just physical attraction. Her mere presence could soothe his temper and ease his aggression, much like how a little girl once made him feel. He wasn't sure if it was because he hadn't found that girl, and over time, Selena had filled that void. But one thing was for sure he couldn't imagine letting Selena go. He wanted her by his side, always.

Everett pulled out his phone, the screen glowing softly in the dim light. Earlier, around 8 pm, he'd sent Selena a message saying he had an urgent matter and wouldn't be home for dinner but would make it up to her the next day. She'd read it but hadn't replied. Probably ticked off about him canceling plans yet again, he thought.

couldn't burden her with the truth. She was pregnant and had been feeling off today. The last thing he wanted was to add to her worries about Grandpa. Dealing with that was his responsibility alone. He thought about calling her, just to hear her voice, but it was late,

the smoke curling lazily in the air. He spent most of the night waiting in the corridor until Josh was finally wheeled out of the OR, safe for

respectfully, "Mr. Everett, Dr. Campbell injured his hand, so I stepped

asked, a hint

nodded, satisfied for

more hours of observation. The butler, being older, couldn't handle

some point, night slipped into morning. Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, Everett sipped his, coffee, savoring each drop as he watched the sun rise The warm light gradually spread across the land, bathing his cheeks ina gentle glow as he

to take

to grab his phone and call Alex. The line picked up quickly,