The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 977

Wyatt was genuinely stunned at this revalation. That was the very last answer he had expected. He knew a bit of Darin's history, that Mrs. Curtis had brought him into the Curtis family, making him the biological son of the Ross family. Suddenly, all the jagged puzzle pieces snapped into place. He couldn't help but marvel at the cruel, twisted irony of fate. "So does that mean Max is still technically your brother-in-law?" he asked.

Darin simply offered a faint, cryptic smile and chose not to answer.

"The Hawthorne family's ruthless tactics were definitely a step too far," Wyatt noted sympathetically. "Felicia has been entirely innocent in all of this from the very beginning."

Max had only downed a few glasses of red wine, but his body was already flashing warning signs. After being discharged from the hospital, he was supposed to undergo strict bed rest. Instead, he had plunged headfirst into an insanely grueling work schedule, severely compounding the brutal effects of extreme jet lag. Even a man forged of solid steel couldn't withstand that level of sustained abuse. Eventually, a visible wave of intense nausea and dizzying weakness washed over him. Spotting the immediate danger, Darin didn't waste a second and swiftly rushed him to the nearest hospital.

As they hurriedly made their way through the club's lavish lobby, a familiar voice called out, "Wyatt. Max."

Wyatt turned around and was surprised to see Kennedy. "Kennedy! When did you get back?"

Kennedy jogged over to join him. "I've been back for about a month now," he explained. His eyes darted past Wyatt to watch Darin hastily supporting a severely pale Max out the sliding glass doors. "What's happened to Max?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.

"He should be fine. He just had a bit too much to drink on top of pure exhaustion. Let's go make sure he gets settled," Wyatt suggested.

Kennedy quickly nodded in agreement.

Outside, Darin bundled Max into the back seat of his car, instructing the driver to speed to the nearest hospital. Upon arriving at the emergency room, Dr. Halloway swiftly conducted a thorough examination and hooked Max up to an IV drip. Max lay perfectly motionless on the stark white hospital bed, his eyes tightly shut, looking completely, utterly hollowed out.

The doctor turned to Darin with a stern look. "Keep him away from alcohol, and ensure he gets strict, uninterrupted rest."

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