Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 322

In the operating room, Margot's heart-wrenching cries pierced the air, filled with unimaginable sorrow.

Everett's eyes blazed with a fiery red, veins bulging on his forehead as his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides. His entire body was a tense, formidable silhouette, exuding an intimidating aura.

His voice, rough and laden with accusation, cut through the tension, “Are you happy now?”

He didn't even look her way, but Selena knew he was blaming her for Margot losing their child. Despite her differences with Margot, this was a heartbreak she never wanted to see. As a mother herself, she knew all too well the agony of losing a child, especially one brought into the world with such difficulty, only to never see it.

Yet...

Selena bit down hard on her lip, her eyes fixed on his cold profile as she tried to explain earnestly, “It wasn’t me, I didn’t push her, I was just—”

Before she could finish, he cut her off sharply.

“I don’t want to see you right now! Leave!”

Her words caught in her throat, and she stared at him in disbelief. Was he really not going to give her a chance to explain? Just like that, jumping to conclusions?

Without sparing her another glance, Everett turned to Derick, who was standing nearby. “Take her home!”

“Yes, Mr. Everett,” Derick replied, a sigh escaping him as he approached Selena. “Ma’am, let's head out.”

Selena was reluctant, thinking, why won’t he even hear me out?

“Everett!” she called out, grabbing his arm with determination, looking up at him, her voice firm with each word, “I said, it wasn’t me!”

She understood his heartbreak over losing the child, but she wasn’t the only one in pain here!

Shaking off his fear, he stepped forward, gripping Everett’s arm, his voice shaky as he pleaded, “Mr. Everett, I’ll take her home now, you… you should check on Ms. Margot…”

By then, Margot had been wheeled out by the nurses, likely sedated. She lay silent now, her face ashen, drained of all vitality.

Everett released Selena, his tall frame turning away from her, each step taking him closer to Margot.

Derick supported the weakened Selena, whispering urgently in her ear, “Ma’am, let’s go. This isn’t the time to stand your ground.”

Now wasn’t the moment for conversation; anything she said would fall on deaf ears.

But Selena couldn’t help but call out as she watched Everett’s retreating back, “I’ll be waiting for you at home. We need to talk!”