Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

Chapter 687

The man's voice broke through the quiet like a sudden gust of wind.

"I pushed her away. It's what I wanted, but still..."

He pressed hard against his chest.

"Turns out, it still hurts."

Alex was still processing the hint of self-mockery in his voice when she caught sight of his sudden pallor. His eyes filled with pain, and he coughed up a startling gush of blood. The red seeped menacingly into his white shirt-it was a sight that struck like a punch.

"Mr. Everett!" Alex's voice shot up in panic.

At the hospital, Callum, clad in his doctor's white coat, rushed into the room. Everett lay there, looking as frail as the sheets that covered him, his face ghostly pale.

Callum skimmed the medical chart at the bedside, his shock evident. He forgot any past grudges and blurted out, "When did this happen? How could there be signs of rejection?"

Everett had bounced back remarkably well after his heart transplant, almost like any regular guy, thanks to his youth and active lifestyle. He cast a glance at Callum but stayed mum.

Alex stepped in to explain, "It might be from that car crash over three years ago. Back then, Mr. Everett was hit hard by grief-losing Josh and his wife leaving. He never really took the time to heal. It was in France when he felt off and got it checked."

Callum's hand shook a bit.

If that's the case, he was more involved than he cared to admit.

"Does Selena know?"

Everett's gaze sharpened. "We're divorced. We're nothing to each

were laced with

the uptake; he pieced

protecting Yasmine, agreed to the divorce, cut ties with Selena, and even went on blind dates-all to make Selena let

he could pass on

angry on

nodded, his voice laden with regret, "Indeed, a jerk. That's why I don't deserve

you think it's okay to break

anger, Callum grabbed Everett by the collar, ready to

own temples throbbing with restrained fury, he stopped

you can scare me with this.

shoved him back

pain

you know

because you're not decisive

"Let's see who outlasts the

Everett's smirk faded.

didn't have much time left to

Callum

I'm taking over your

now. FY