The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 936

Felicia murmured a quiet confirmation. "I am in his office. Just come straight here tomorrow morning."

Darin heard the profound exhaustion in her voice and felt a sharp ache in his chest. She had endured so much already, finally finding a fragile semblance of stability, only for Max to suddenly vanish. He desperately wanted to comfort her, but he knew any words of solace would be entirely futile right now. "Alright, please get some rest. I will be there first thing in the morning," Darin promised softly. "Do not be afraid. I am here, and I will make sure everything is fine."

Felicia forced down her turbulent emotions and agreed.

"By the way, is there any news regarding Max?" she asked.

"No," Darin replied.

"Right now, no news is the best news we can hope for."

Felicia agreed quietly, and after a brief silence, she ended the call. She lay back down on the office sofa and closed her eyes. Despite feeling entirely drained, her eyes burned, and sleep simply refused to come. She tossed and turned, eventually managing only a brief, fitful nap before waking again at six in the morning.

She had barely slept. When she went to the restroom to freshen up, staring at her pale reflection in the mirror, she pulled out a bottle of foundation from her bag to carefully conceal the dark circles beneath her eyes.

At seven o'clock, Terry arrived at the office with breakfast. They scheduled a strategy meeting for eight.

"Okay," Terry said, turning to leave just as Darin walked through the door. Terry was not surprised to see him, as the two had already communicated the previous night. "Mr. Foxhall."

Darin gave a curt nod. He glanced at Felicia, taking in her incredibly haggard appearance, and his heart sank. He then turned his attention to Terry. "What happened yesterday?"

Terry gave a concise summary of the escalating crisis. The current situation was far more severe than anyone had anticipated. According to his sources, the banks were already making aggressive moves, proving this was a highly premeditated attack.

"You should just ask Anne directly," Darin suggested. "She has probably seen him type it in. With her memory, one glance is all she needs."

Felicia realized he was entirely right. Anne had flawlessly inherited the photographic memory shared by both Max and herself. She hurried to the coffee table, grabbed her phone, and checked the time before dialing her daughter's number. However, the call went unanswered. If Anne was not out of the house, she usually did not wear her smartwatch. At this hour, she had likely finished dinner and was playing outside her room.

"No answer?" Darin asked.

"I will have to try again closer to her bedtime," Felicia sighed, then turned to him. "Does the Hawthorne family know about Max yet?"

"Daniel contacted me earlier. He knows. Max's parents have not received the news yet, but if Max remains missing, it will be impossible to hide. The Hawthorne family finding out is only a matter of time."