The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 890

Max faced Tatiana's tough stance, his voice remarkably calm. "Then tell me, Mother, who do you think I should marry? Whoever satisfies you? Have you even considered what would happen to Anne?"

Tatiana froze. Her grip on her phone stiffened as she fell silent for a moment. "Anne will understand when she grows up."

"She hasn't grown up yet," Max replied, his tone darkening.

When Tatiana offered only silence in return, Max continued. "I have already made my decision. It would be best if you refrained from doing anything that might provoke my disgust."

After ending the call, Tatiana sat on the sofa, her face looking incredibly pale and drained. She pulled out her phone again and dialed the Hawthorne family estate. The butler answered. "Mrs. Hawthorne."

"I need to speak with Miranda."

Minutes later, Miranda's voice came through the line. "Tatiana, how is Anne doing?"

"She is fine now. I will bring her back tomorrow."

Miranda sighed in relief. "That is good to hear."

"There is something I need to tell you, Mother," Tatiana said, proceeding to relay Max's decision to marry Felicia.

Miranda frowned as she listened.

"I really do not know what has gotten into Max lately," Tatiana vented in frustration.

In stark contrast to Tatiana's anger, Miranda remained remarkably composed. "Since Max just made this decision, it is still too early to talk about hosting a wedding. Being angry right now will not solve anything. We will discuss it when he returns. For now, do not make a fuss about this."

"I understand."

"Good. Take care of Anne, and bring her back to the estate tomorrow."

"Great-grandma!" Anne's cheerful voice suddenly rang out. Hearing her great-granddaughter, Miranda eagerly asked to speak with her.

Anne happily chatted away over the phone. "Great-grandma, Daddy and Mommy are going to have a wedding, and I get to be the little flower girl."

Miranda smiled affectionately. "You will definitely be the most beautiful little flower girl in the world."

Anne giggled brightly, her radiant joy easily felt through the receiver.

After a fourteen-hour flight, Max stepped off the plane. A text notification chimed on his phone. It was a message from Felicia: I have arrived.

It had been sent at one in the afternoon. It was now past midnight back home. He quickly typed a reply: I just got off the plane. I have to head straight to a business summit. He tucked his phone away.

Once he exited the airport and got into his waiting car, he sent another message: If you have any thoughts or ideas about the wedding, feel free to tell me.

Seeing the three of them, Darin walked over. He greeted Jeremy first, offered a polite nod to Savannah, and then looked directly at Felicia. "Felicia, would you like to get dinner together?"

Felicia simply looked at him. Before she could answer, Jeremy chimed in. "You go ahead, Felicia. We will see you later."

Felicia glanced at Jeremy and gave a slight nod. After exchanging farewells with Darin, Jeremy took Savannah and left.

Felicia got into Darin's car. He did not bother asking what she wanted to eat, opting instead to drive her directly to a private, upscale restaurant. "Take a look. What do you feel like eating?"

Felicia ordered two dishes. Darin ordered another two.

"That will be all," Darin said, handing the menu back to the waiter.

"Please wait just a moment," the waiter replied before turning to leave.

Darin looked across the table at Felicia. "You spent the last two days accompanying Anne with Max?"

Felicia took a slow sip from her teacup, her voice incredibly calm. "Just say whatever it is you want to say."

Darin gripped his cup tightly. He lowered his gaze, his eyes swirling with an indescribable mix of complex emotions.