The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 949

Felicia's pupils flared sharply. For a moment, her breath hitched, and she struggled to find her voice. "What news?"

"We can confirm that he is alive," Darin said firmly. "I have already sent people over to verify his condition. He is likely injured, though."

Felicia's grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles turned white. "Okay."

"Take care of yourself, and take care of Anne," Darin gently urged.

"I will."

Lowering her phone, Felicia bowed her head. She remained completely motionless for what felt like an eternity.

Kate broke the silence with a cautious question. "Felicia, is there news about Max?"

Snapping out of her daze, Felicia gave a slow nod.

"As long as he is alive, that is all that matters," Kate offered warmly. Yet, as she studied Felicia's subdued reaction, Kate felt utterly bewildered. Max was alive. Shouldn't she be ecstatic? Relieved? Crying tears of joy? This chilling silence made Kate question what kind of feelings Felicia truly harbored for her husband.

Around the same time, the head butler received the same miraculous update. Anne burst out of the tea room and sprinted straight toward her mother. "Mommy. Mommy. Daddy is coming back."

Felicia lovingly stroked the excited little girl's head. "I know, sweetie. Mommy knows."

Anne bounced on her toes, the dark cloud that had hovered over her finally dissipating into pure, unadulterated joy. "Yay. Daddy is coming back! Mommy, we will never ever be separated from Daddy again."

Leaning against Felicia's legs, Anne gazed up at her with starry, hopeful eyes. Felicia continued to stroke her hair, a gentle, melancholy smile gracing her lips, but she did not respond to the innocent declaration. "Let's go home now, shall we?"

"Okay," Anne chirped. She spun around to wave goodbye to Kate, Paul, and Randy, then grabbed her mother's hand and practically dragged her out of the manor.

Kate watched their retreating figures before turning to her sons. "Where is your Great-grandma?"

Felicia fell silent for a long moment. "No. Let's just leave it at this. Knowing he is alive and safe is enough for me."

"Alright."

Three days slipped by in a flash. The July heat hung thick and stifling over the city. By now, the details of Max's survival were fully confirmed. He had been transferred to a hospital in New York and was currently drifting in and out of a semi-comatose state. The Hawthorne family had immediately flown out to New York to be by his bedside.

Felicia, however, stayed behind at Oakridge Estate with Anne. Heather and Savannah came to visit, bringing little Yara along for a playdate. They had all heard the miraculous news of Max's survival.

"I told you a guy like Max would not go down that easily," Savannah remarked casually. None of them were particularly invested in Max's well-being, but they were deeply relieved for Anne's sake. It would have been too cruel for the little girl to lose her father at such a tender age.

"So, Felicia... are you and Max officially divorced now?" Heather finally mustered the courage to ask.

None of them could have predicted that the marriage would end like this. It had started in absurdity and ended in sheer farce. Heather watched Felicia carefully, trying to decipher her reaction. But Felicia's face remained an impenetrable mask. It was impossible to tell what she truly felt for Max anymore, though it was glaringly obvious that her heart ached deeply for Anne.