The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 942

After Terry left, Felicia received a call from Savannah.

"Felicia," Savannah greeted gently. She had only decided to call after speaking with Jeremy to confirm Felicia was in a stable state of mind. Hearing her calm voice now, Savannah let out a quiet sigh of relief. "I am so glad you are safe."

Her heart ached endlessly for her friend. She wondered how many more tragedies fate would force Felicia to endure before finally letting her be. To Felicia, Max had brought far more pain and heartbreak than joy, but he was still Anne's father, and the little girl was far too young to lose him. If Max was truly gone, Felicia would likely never see Anne again, given the Hawthorne family's power.

"You do not need to worry about me, Savannah," Felicia reassured her. "I am holding up fine."

Savannah did not keep her on the phone for long, knowing excessive comfort would only sound hollow. She simply needed to hear for herself that Felicia was alive and well.

Over the next three days, Felicia remained locked inside the apartment, spending the vast majority of her time holed up in Max's study. Jeremy was the one who kept her updated. Although he was technically in New York on personal business, he lacked the legal standing to directly interfere with Sterling Capital. He could only analyze the situation through Darin, utilizing his own extensive network to monitor rival companies and help formulate preemptive countermeasures to stabilize the chaotic market.

Meanwhile, there was still absolutely no news of Max.

If a maritime search and rescue operation exceeded one month without locating the missing persons, they would officially be declared dead. Therefore, within this strict one month window, Terry and the core team had to execute a foolproof plan to minimize the devastating losses.

Max had not gone into this completely unprepared. Darin had uncovered critical information on his computer, breadcrumbs that only Darin could decipher. Max had undoubtedly gambled on the absolute certainty that Darin would rush over at the first sign of trouble. This proved one terrifying reality: Max knew he could not escape this catastrophe. His ambitions had simply grown too massive, and he was risking his own life on a desperate gamble. However, whether he had actually survived the disaster remained a haunting mystery.

Felicia knew the men were keeping her in the dark about the finer details. The true scope of this conspiracy likely surpassed anything she could comprehend.

"Will Darin be in any danger?" she asked anxiously over the phone.

"Do not worry. He is safe," Jeremy answered with total certainty.

Felicia felt her racing heart settle slightly. "What about Gavin?"

Felicia snapped out of her trance and shook her head softly. "I am fine."

Later that day, she made a trip to the company. The entire office was drowning in a frantic, suffocating atmosphere, as if the immense pressure was crushing the air out of everyone's lungs. She walked straight to the executive office. Jeremy was already there, and Darin stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, speaking into his phone. Judging by the tone of his conversation, the call was from back home.

She walked inside. "Jeremy."

Jeremy gave a brief nod. Felicia placed the insulated food container she brought onto the coffee table and sat down in an armchair, waiting patiently for Darin to finish his call.

Darin finally turned around and walked over to the sofas. His gaze landed heavily on Felicia. "The Hawthorne family knows."

It was a secret that could never be kept forever.