The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 1104

Heather said, "Not yet, I'll talk to her properly when the time is right."

"Okay," Felicia replied softly.

"When does Anne's class end?" Heather asked. Yara had come over to play with Anne today.

"Around four thirty. When she's done, I'll let her know and have Dean pick her up and bring her over."

"Alright." Heather didn't have strict demands for Yara, wanting only for her daughter to be happy.

However, Felicia suggested that girls should still cultivate certain practical skills, especially financial awareness and a broad perspective. She believed that building these foundations would help them plan better for their futures. Children inevitably grew up and could not rely on their parents for everything.

Heather realized Felicia's advice made perfect sense. She decided to discuss it with Jeremy later, hoping to help Yara broaden her horizons and avoid getting entangled with terrible men, though she knew it would ultimately depend on Yara's own interests. For dinner, they decided to host a barbecue in the yard, taking the opportunity to finish off the premium steaks, lobster tails, and fresh seafood they had at home.

Around four in the afternoon, Felicia called Max. "When does Anne's class end?"

"Another half hour," Max replied.

"Then I'll have Dean pick her up. Yara is over here looking to play with her."

"Alright," Max agreed.

The line suddenly fell silent. The quiet stretched between them before Felicia finally spoke. "I'll hang up then."

Max didn't say anything.

Felicia ended the call and put her phone down. She sat on the sofa, lowering her eyes in quiet thought. Savannah walked over carrying a plate of freshly baked pastries. Noticing Felicia sitting motionless in a daze, she asked, "You okay, Felicia?"

Felicia seamlessly gathered her thoughts and looked up. "It's nothing." Her gaze fell on the plate in Savannah's hands. "Since when do you know how to bake these?"

"I just bake at home when I have free time. Give it a try," Savannah offered.

Felicia stood on the steps, watching the father and daughter approach. Max stopped right in front of her, and their eyes met.

"I'll take Anne to school tomorrow morning," Felicia told him.

Before Max could reply, Anne tugged at her mother's hand. "Mom, can Dad eat with us tonight? Dad has never eaten at Grandma's house. After dinner, we can go home together."

Felicia froze, looking down at the little girl. Anne gazed back with deeply hopeful eyes, then turned her pleading look toward Max. His handsome face remained entirely impassive. He didn't speak immediately, merely locking eyes with Felicia, clearly aware that she had no idea how to explain the situation to their daughter.

Eventually, Max looked down at Anne. "Mom's friends are here today, so it's not convenient for me to join. I'll just wait for you outside."

Felicia stared at him quietly.

"Go inside with Mom," Max urged softly.

Anne mumbled with obvious disappointment, "Alright then."