The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 727

"Let us end today's interview here," Holden said.

"No problem," Colt replied.

Felicia was rushed to a nearby urgent care clinic, where she was hooked up to an IV drip.

Holden followed them to the clinic but stayed outside. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Once it connected, he spoke. "Mr. Milman, are you busy right now?"

"Don’t hang up. Evelynn is sick. She is getting an IV drip at the Oakwell Clinic on Elm Street. It looks pretty serious."

A brief silence followed.

Inside, Felicia leaned back against a recliner with her eyes quietly closed. Even her pristine makeup could not hide how pale and exhausted she looked.

A female staff member called Colt to update him and then stood guard by Felicia's side.

When the IV bag was about a third empty, the clinic doors opened.

A tall, distinguished figure strode into the room. His eyes immediately locked onto the pale woman resting in the chair.

He hurried over to her.

His sudden appearance drew the attention of everyone in the clinic. The man's striking looks and commanding presence made him impossible to ignore.

The staff member looked up and recognized Jeremy instantly. She greeted him respectfully. "Mr. Milman."

Jeremy offered a curt nod.

Felicia slowly opened her eyes. When she saw him, confusion washed over her features. "Jeremy, what are you doing here?"

Jeremy ignored the question. He sat down next to her, glanced at the IV bag, and asked his own question. "How are you feeling?"

Felicia saw no point in lying. "My head still hurts a little, but I am doing much better."

"If you were sick, why were you not resting at home?" Jeremy asked, a hint of scolding slipping into his tone.

"Colt needed someone to cover at the last minute," Felicia explained. "I thought I could push through it, but then the headache just came out of nowhere."

"Do not force yourself when you are sick next time," Jeremy said firmly.

Meanwhile, the staff member had just stepped out of the clinic doors.

She came face to face with a man stepping out of a sleek Rolls Royce. He was incredibly tall with breathtakingly handsome features, but his aura was so cold and detached that it completely discouraged anyone from approaching him.

It was not until Max stepped closer that she realized who he was.

Startled, the staff member quickly greeted him. "Mr. Hawthorne."

Max halted his steps. His dark eyes fell upon her as if he had only just noticed her presence. "Is Evelynn inside getting her IV alone?"

The woman froze, suddenly unsure of what to say. Her intuition screamed that something about this situation was terribly wrong.

Before she could formulate an answer, the imposing man bypassed her completely and strode right into the clinic.

As soon as Max entered, he spotted the two figures sitting together.

Felicia was leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed in peaceful rest.

Jeremy was reaching out to adjust the flow rate on her IV tubing. As he lifted his head, he locked eyes with Max standing just a few feet away.