The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 117

Felicia and the others made their way back to the court. Colt was quick to apologize to Jeremy and Anthony, saying it was his idea that had spoiled the mood.

Jeremy just shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, Colt. It’s not your fault.”

Savannah grinned. “Yeah, honestly, it’s more fun just us anyway.”

Colt smiled back, feeling a little relieved. Jeremy was definitely easier to talk to than Max, but he knew better than to think any of these people got where they were by being soft.

After chatting a bit longer with Mr. Reyes and the rest, Colt and his group said their goodbyes and left.

Savannah glanced at Felicia, a worried look on her face. “What if that jerk tries to mess with you now?”

She hadn’t forgotten how, five years ago, Max had gone after Brookside Bank just because she’d slapped Andrea. That memory was still sharp.

Felicia just shrugged. “Let’s see if he can actually blacklist me.”

With that, the group played a few more rounds, laughing and relaxing without any drama.

Later that night, Luke took everyone out for dinner. By the time Felicia got home, Greg was just coming in too.

“How’d everything go today?” Felicia asked as they walked inside together.

Meanwhile, over at the Hawthorne family’s old estate, Max carried his daughter out of the car and headed inside. Miranda and Tatiana followed, their steps quick and careful.

Brysen and Brandon were waiting for them in the entryway. As soon as Max came in, Randy and Paul rushed to the door, worry written all over their faces.

“Is Anne okay?” they asked, voices anxious.

That afternoon, Anne had been playing with them just fine, but then she suddenly felt sick. They had wanted to go with her to the hospital, but their grandma made them stay home and wait.

Miranda knelt and hugged the boys. “She’s alright now, don’t worry.”

Everyone headed inside. Brandon helped Brysen, who was leaning on his cane, walk over to meet them. His eyes were gentle and full of concern as he asked, “Is she alright?”

Max crossed the room and smiled at his mom. “You should get some rest too.”

Tatiana took her son in for a moment. Ever since he’d had Anne, he’d softened in all the best ways. He spent more time with the family now and brought Anne over often. With Anne on summer break, the old house felt more alive than it had in years.

“Alright,” Tatiana said gently.

Only Max could really take care of Anne when she was sick.

Tatiana leaned down and kissed her granddaughter goodbye.

Anne waved. “Goodnight, Grandma.”

Tatiana stroked her hair. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Max turned off the main lights, leaving just the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He lay down beside Anne, pulled the blanket up, and she snuggled close, whispering, “Daddy.”