Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 346

He kept quiet, leaving Derick with no option but to wait it out. Matters of the heart weren't his to meddle with, even if he did feel a pang of sympathy for Mrs. Everett.

It felt like forever, yet merely a moment, before his boss's voice crackled through the phone, "I'm on my way." And with that, the call ended.

Derick tucked his phone away, glancing around the living room, still in disarray from Margot's earlier outburst. He couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Mr. Everett. This kind of 'blessing' was turning out to be more of a headache than anything else!

Everett cast a final glance at the rocking horse before heading back to the master bedroom. Selena had already finished her dinner and was lounging against the headboard, unfazed by his arrival, treating him like he was invisible.

He stepped into the walk-in closet, emerged neatly dressed, and paused at the door. After a brief hesitation, he said, "I need to step out for a while. I'll be back later. Call me if you need anything."

He wasn't used to explaining his whereabouts, but with everything as it was, he wanted to keep her from jumping to conclusions, making his words come out a bit clumsily.

Expecting the usual silent treatment from Selena, he was caught off guard when she replied, "Off to comfort your true love?" The sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable.

Everett's expression tightened. "Everett, you can't have it all your way. If Margot means so much to you, give her the status she deserves. It's shameless to let a woman waste her youth on you!"

He opened his mouth to say more but realized it wouldn't help. Her distrust and suspicion weren't going away overnight. More words would only lead to another argument.

Without another word, Everett left, his long strides echoing in the silence. As she heard the car pull away, Selena lowered her gaze, silently mocking herself.

Everett didn't move closer, standing at the foot of the bed, his gaze cold. "When will this madness end?" he asked, his voice devoid of warmth.

Though he was often aloof, Margot could tell he was genuinely fed up this time, maybe even a bit disgusted. Her heart sank; she'd always banked on his guilt and soft spot for her.

Desperate, she tried to tug at his guilt once more. "Everett, Selena killed my child. I have nothing left; she owes me you!" Her tear-filled eyes and pitiful words were crafted to draw sympathy.

Yet, Everett remained unmoved, simply watching her theatrics before letting out a dry laugh, "Is that so?"