The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 372

Max showed up at the hospital carrying a thermal food container for Darin.

Darin looked up, surprised. “Why are you here?”

Max set the container down on the bedside table and gave him a gentle smile. “How are you feeling now? Any better?”

“Yeah, a lot better,” Darin replied, though his voice didn’t sound all that convincing.

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Come on, have something first.”

Darin turned his face toward the window, his eyes dull and unfocused. “I’m not really hungry. I don’t feel like eating.”

Max studied him for a moment, concern filling his gaze. “Something bothering you?”

Earlier, Yvonne had called Max in a panic, saying Darin wasn't picking up her calls. Max tried calling too, but he couldn't get through either. After checking around with a few people, he finally found out who Darin had plans with that day and learned that Darin had been rushed to the hospital with a sudden headache.

Darin didn’t answer at first. He finally looked over at Max. “You should go home and be with your daughter. I just want to be by myself for a while.”

Instead, Max dragged a chair over and sat down next to the bed. “Anne’s got plenty of company. Right now, you’re the one who could use someone around.”

That made Darin let out a soft, almost helpless laugh. “You’ve definitely gotten more sentimental since Anne was born.”

Max just shrugged. “So, what happened? Talk to me.”

Darin hesitated, then finally said, “I ran into my father today.”

Max’s expression tightened. “Did you say anything to him?”

Darin shook his head slowly. “No. He’s got a new family now. Looks happy, even has a kid. There’s really no reason for me to bother him.” He tried to smile, but it came out twisted with bitterness.

Max held his gaze. “You know, maybe if you’d said hi, he would’ve been glad.”

“Grandma!” Felicia called as she walked into the room.

“Felicia, Greg, here,” someone answered from inside.

Darin stopped in his tracks when he heard the names.

Max noticed. “What’s wrong?”

Darin shook his head. “Nothing. The names just sounded familiar.”

Max didn’t push him. He drove Darin back to his villa.

The house was huge, quiet, and empty.

Yvonne had taken Andrea back to Northwick for the holiday. She’d called to ask Darin to join them, but for the last couple of years, that place hadn’t felt like home to him. He was tired of pretending.