The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 947

Felicia slipped quietly into Anne's bedroom. The little girl was fast asleep, but her tear-stained cheeks and restless movements showed how troubled her dreams were. "Daddy. Mommy," she mumbled in her sleep.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Felicia gently stroked her daughter's cheek, feeling a sharp, suffocating ache in her chest. She took off her shoes and carefully lay down beside her, lightly patting Anne's back. As if sensing her mother's presence, Anne rolled over and snuggled into her embrace. Felicia wrapped her arms securely around the small, fragile body.

Two hours later, Anne woke up. When her sleepy eyes fluttered open and saw her mother lying next to her, she jolted completely awake. She rubbed her eyes vigorously, making sure she was not dreaming, before crying out in sheer excitement, "Mommy!"

Felicia opened her eyes and lovingly stroked the little girl's hair. "You are awake, sweetie. Are you hungry?"

Instead of answering, Anne buried her face in her mother's chest, hugging her tightly as a sudden sob escaped her lips. "Mommy, where is Daddy? Why did he not come back with you?"

Felicia held her close, her voice a soothing murmur. "Daddy ran into a little bit of trouble, but he will come back. You just have to wait for him, okay?"

Anne tilted her head up, her eyes rimmed with red. She nodded earnestly. "I will wait for Daddy. He still has to marry Mommy, and I am going to be the flower girl."

Felicia tenderly wiped the tears from the corners of Anne's eyes. "Yes, we will wait for him together."

"Okay," Anne whispered, burying her face back into her mother's warmth. Having her mother there made everything feel a little better.

The mother and daughter lay in bed a while longer before Felicia finally coaxed Anne to get up. The housekeeper brought up a late-night snack. Anne had barely eaten all day, but with her mother by her side, her appetite returned, and she managed to eat quite a bit. Since she was wide awake after her meal, Felicia stayed up with her to watch cartoons.

Over the next few weeks, Felicia lived at Oakridge Estate to care for Anne. On pleasant days, she would take her daughter out for walks, always shadowed by bodyguards. No one else intruded on their quiet moments.

Felicia took a seat at the polished wooden table while the butler brought her a cup of tea. A few minutes later, the door creaked open. Felicia turned to see Miranda walking in. The elderly matriarch looked visibly frailer and more haggard than before. Even as Miranda approached the table, Felicia made no move to stand up and greet her.

A maid helped Miranda into her seat before being dismissed with a wave of a wrinkled hand. The butler poured a fresh cup of tea and set it gently in front of the older woman. "Here you go, ma'am." He then bowed and exited, closing the door firmly behind him.

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the delicate, earthy scent of tea wafting through the air. Felicia sat quietly, showing no intention of starting the conversation.

Miranda fixed her tired but fiercely authoritative eyes on the younger woman. "It seems you are finally completely free now."

Although Max had previously confiscated the divorce agreement from Tatiana, his mother had secretly kept a backup copy.