The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 845

Felicia walked over to Yvonne, her gaze landing squarely on the older woman. Her expression remained completely devoid of emotion. Faced with Felicia's steady approach, Yvonne had no choice but to meet her eyes. Even though Felicia showed no outward anger, Yvonne desperately wanted to turn and flee.

Felicia came to a halt, her voice chillingly cold. "Mrs. Curtis, I am here to see your daughter. I do not think she made herself quite clear over the phone."

Hearing this, Yvonne immediately understood what had happened. Her eyes darted away, unable to maintain eye contact with Felicia. "Andrea is not feeling well right now. She is resting."

Felicia stared right through her. "She sounded exceptionally energetic when she called me earlier. That did not sound like someone who is unwell."

Yvonne kept her gaze averted, completely at a loss for words. At this point, she was relying entirely on the maid's arm to keep herself standing. She remained painfully silent. The men in the room stood by without a word, simply waiting to see what Felicia would do next.

"In that case, I will wait until she is fully rested," Felicia said flatly. "I have all the time in the world."

Yvonne's grip on the maid's arm tightened like a vice. Catching the hint, the maid spoke up. "Madam, let me help you to a room so you can rest."

The servant was internally reeling with shock. She wondered who this mysterious woman was. Everyone in the room seemed to be walking on eggshells around her, and even Yvonne was reduced to a trembling mess in her presence.

The maid helped Yvonne out of the parlor. Once they were completely out of sight and a safe distance away, Yvonne sucked in a massive breath of air. Her body went entirely limp, and her face drained of whatever color it had left.

"Madam," the maid cried out in alarm.

Back in the parlor, Felicia turned around and looked at Darin. He immediately tried to soften the tension. "Felicia, why don't you sit down and rest for a bit?"

Upstairs in the suite, Yvonne had managed to compose herself. Allen looked back at his mother as she entered, immediately noticing her terrible complexion. He stepped forward with deep concern. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Yvonne shook her head slightly. "It is nothing." She walked over to the bed. "Andrea, I have already had someone announce the cancellation of the party. We are heading back to Northwick today."

Andrea's fingers dug into the bedsheets. Her eyes grew red as a mixture of grief, indignation, and absolute resentment pooled in them.

Yvonne's tone grew uncharacteristically stern. "Andrea, right now you need to lsten to me. Allen, help your sister up."

Sensing his mother's intense anxiety, Allen frowned. "Mom, what exactly happened? Did Darin say something..."