The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 833

Felicia's expression remained perfectly serene, her eyes completely devoid of the two women standing before her. She did not even bother to see how Max would react to the sudden appearance of the woman he was once supposed to marry.

Max's handsome face was a mask of cold indifference.

When Andrea saw them, her eyes locked onto the intimate way Max stood by Felicia's side. Unconcealed jealousy and burning hatred flared in her gaze.

A complicated wave of emotion washed over Yvonne the moment she laid eyes on Felicia. Sensing her daughter's rising agitation, she reached out and firmly squeezed Andrea's hand. She tried to pull Andrea past them, but Andrea abruptly stopped and turned around.

"Max!" Andrea called out, her voice dripping with profound affection.

Yvonne was startled by her daughter's sudden outburst. However, Max did not even break his stride as he continued walking alongside Felicia toward the lobby exit.

"Andrea," Yvonne hissed, trying to stop her.

But Yvonne failed to hold her back. Andrea broke free and ran straight to Max, blocking his path. She tilted her head up to look at the tall, devastatingly handsome man, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears. Completely ignoring Felicia, she whispered, "Max, I am getting married soon." Her voice trembled with sorrow, and her eyes were filled with painful reluctance. She made it sound as if her impending marriage to another man was a tragic, forced necessity, putting on a pitiful display of unrequited love for everyone to see.

Out of the corner of her eye, Andrea carefully watched for a reaction from the woman standing beside him. But Felicia's face remained utterly impassive, completely devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Ava watched the spectacle with intense disgust. She tightened her grip on Felicia's arm. "Let’s go, Felicia."

A car was already waiting outside the lobby. When the driver saw them approaching, he quickly stepped forward and pulled the door open. Max completely ignored Andrea, aggressively stepping around her to continue walking forward.

Ava snapped out of her thoughts and forced a smile. "Nothing. What about you, sweetie?"

Felicia offered a serene, forgiving smile. "I am perfectly fine."

Max stopped by the open car door and looked down at Felicia. "Go home. Anne is waiting for you."

Felicia merely gave him a brief glance before turning her cold, indifferent gaze back toward the front windshield. Max stared at her quietly for a moment, then reached out and shut the door. The driver slid into the front seat and slowly steered the car away from the hospital.

A sleek Rolls-Royce immediately pulled up in front of Max. He opened the door, ducked his head, and climbed inside.