The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 464

Andrea couldn’t shake her unease. Max’s face had been stormy when he left, and the memory of it gnawed at her.

That night, after Andrea and Yvonne came home, they found Darin waiting in the living room.

“Hey, Darin,” Andrea said softly.

Darin glanced at both of them, then focused on his sister. “Andrea, why don’t you go upstairs for now? I need to talk to Mom for a bit.”

Andrea nodded. “Alright.” She headed for the stairs.

Yvonne sat across from her son. “So, what is it you want to talk about?”

Their relationship had been tense since Darin blocked one of the Curtis family’s projects, but things had eased up after he eventually backed down.

Darin didn’t waste time. “You want to use Andrea’s marriage to secure the Curtis family’s future. But Mom, do you really think Andrea can handle Max? Do you really believe she has what it takes to keep him in check and actually bring us any benefit?”

Yvonne frowned, silent.

Darin pressed on. “Right now, nobody matters more to Max than Anne. If Anne doesn’t accept Andrea, Andrea and Max will never work out. All your efforts will just end up embarrassing Andrea and the family.”

He leaned back, his voice steady. “There are plenty of good families and men out there for Andrea. If you really love her, you should be thinking about her happiness, not just using her as a pawn.”

Yvonne let out a sigh. “But Andrea won’t marry anyone but Max. What do you want me to do, force her to marry a man she doesn’t even love?”

“People get divorced, relationships end. It’s normal. No one is truly irreplaceable.” Darin stood, looking his mom dead in the eye. “Let me say this one last time. Max is not just some regular guy. He doesn’t get attached. He can give you everything one day and leave you with nothing the next.”

Upstairs, Andrea stood hidden behind a marble column, listening to every word. Her eyes stung with tears, and her nails dug so hard into her palms she nearly broke the skin. All she felt was a deep, bitter hatred for Felicia and Anne.

Meanwhile, Felicia was still at the Financial Weekly office. She was stuck with final edits and worked late into the evening. Around eight thirty, someone dropped off a delivery at her desk.

“Evelynn, you got some food delivered.”

Felicia eyed the beautifully wrapped bag. “Who sent it?”

“Not sure. The courier just said it was for you.”

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