Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire
Chapter 336

In the bustling heart of the city, Everett stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing out of the massive floor-to-ceiling window at the sea surrounding Newport. Behind him, the doctor was flipping through Margot's medical records, filling him in on her condition. Margot was grappling with severe postpartum depression after losing her child. She didn't trust anyone or let anyone get close, except for Everett. This meant she had intense separation anxiety when it came to him. If he was away for too long, and she couldn't see him, she'd spiral into self-destructive behavior. Although medication had helped manage her condition over the past few months, reducing her episodes, it was still a psychological illness that could flare up out of the blue. Today was one of those days for Margot. Everett listened, but his mind was elsewhere. That odd heaviness in his chest hadn't gone away-it had only intensified, making it hard to breathe. It was like... a bad omen hanging over him. He glanced at Margot's room; she had obediently come out of the bathroom when he got back. Now, she was lying in bed, getting an IV drip, seemingly okay. So why...

The doctor, noticing Everett's prolonged silence, assumed he had more questions and asked politely, "Mr. Everett, is there anything else you're unclear about?"

Everett waved him off, indicating he was fine, and the doctor left. He sank onto the sofa, pulled out a cigarette from his pack, placed it between his lips, and lit it. Taking a deep drag, he tipped his head back slightly and exhaled a thick plume of smoke. Yet, the unease in his mind wouldn't settle.

Feeling a surge of irritation, he

stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, propped his elbow on his knee, and stared at his phone on the coffee table for a moment before picking it up. Earlier that morning, Selena had called, and he had ignored it. She'd even tried reaching him through Derick, but he hadn't responded.

He figured it was probably time to call her back. After all, her due date was this week, and her uncle was stirring up trouble again. With this in mind, Everett dialed Selena's number, expecting her to be thrilled to hear from him. But she didn't pick up. He called twice, and both times, it just rang through.

He let out a light scoff, tossing the phone back onto the table. Was she being stubborn again? Looking for a fight? She didn't even appreciate the chance he was offering! Feeling a bit annoyed, he didn't bother calling again. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his tired brow.

Even though he was staying here, he

hadn't completely ignored Selena. The security team at Moon Bay was still in place to keep her safe, and they regularly updated him on

everything happening at home

Sometimes, in the quiet of the night when she and Ava were asleep, he would visit. He never disturbed her, just sat by the bed, watching her sleep, touching her growing belly, and talking to the baby.

Knowing she was doing well and had no issues gave him peace of mind. He had everything planned-to be there when she gave birth and to stay with her during the postpartu

recovery month. To make this possible, he had to juggle his work and ensure Margot's care

sorted out in advance. For over a month, he'd been running on just a few hours of sleep each night to carve out time to be with her later.

Everett had been angry with Selena over the loss of Margot's child, avoiding her because he feared losing control and hurting her again. But as months passed, that anger had faded away.