The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 839

Felicia turned her head, her eyes locking intently onto the man beside her. "How did you get the news before anyone else?"

"Is there anything in this city that can actually be hidden from me?" Max replied smoothly.

Felicia did not look away. She continued her relentless questioning. "You said my dad is going to be fine. Are you planning to resolve this for him? Are you going to deal with the Curtis family, or are you just going to pay off the 1.2 billion dollar debt yourself?"

"Your father was innocently dragged into this mess," Max stated evenly. "Naturally, I will not let him bear the burden of this massive debt."

Felicia's eyes narrowed dangerously. "So you are going to intervene and take down the Curtis family?"

Max did not answer her directly. Instead, he scooped a bowl of warm soup and placed it in front of her. "Eat your food first. It is getting cold."

A sudden, mocking laugh escaped Felicia's lips. "This matter has absolutely nothing to do with you. And you are certainly not the one who should be dealing with them."

Meanwhile, Jeremy and Darin were still standing outside the villa gates.

"Given the current situation, it is going to be impossible to keep the truth from Felicia any longer," Jeremy warned quietly. "Have you figured out how you are going to face her?"

Darin lowered his eyes, feeling as if a massive boulder was crushing his chest. He had no idea what to do. Facing his silence, Jeremy decided not to push the subject any further. The two men stood together in the quiet afternoon air.

During their wait, Darin received two phone calls. The first brought updates on the ongoing engagement gala, and the second delivered critical news regarding IronGate Industries. Even though the sun was shining brightly, an impenetrable aura of freezing darkness radiated from Darin's entire being.

Suddenly, Jeremy's phone buzzed. He answered the call and received a highly interesting piece of information. Holden still had not shown up at his own engagement party. Something major had happened to him.

Jeremy lowered his phone and watched Darin end his second call. "What exactly are you doing to Holden?"

"Just making him suffer a little," Darin replied, his voice laced with venomous ice.

"Daddy and Mommy are eating in the dining room," Anne told him brightly. "Grandma suddenly felt sick, so Grandpa took her upstairs to rest."

Greg affectionately patted her head and made his way toward the dining room.

The dining room was dead silent. Suddenly, the harsh, grating screech of a chair dragging against the floor broke the quiet. Felicia stood up and began walking toward the hallway, walking straight into Greg as he approached. Seeing her deathly pale face and the bloodshot agony swimming in her eyes, Greg felt a sharp jolt of terror. She looked as if she was forcibly repressing an unimaginable depth of pain.

"Felicia," Greg called out anxiously.

"You are back, Greg," Felicia whispered.

"I am," Greg nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "I know everything about your Dad's situation. Do not worry. Everything is going to be fine."

Felicia gave a slow, mechanical nod. "I am going to my room."