The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 91

Ava returned with some warm milk for Felicia. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Felicia’s face drained of all color. The shock made Ava’s hands go numb and the porridge bowl slipped, shattering on the floor.

“Felicia!” Ava rushed over, yanked back the covers, and froze at the sight of blood soaking the sheets. She took off running to call the doctor.

Within minutes, the whole villa lit up as everyone was jolted awake. Max wasn’t home that night. The doctor quickly called the hospital, telling them to send an ambulance right away. After a quick check, he announced Felicia was already five centimeters dilated. Given how things looked, she needed to go to the hospital, no delays.

Ava stood to the side, wringing her hands, panic written all over her face. How did things go wrong so fast? She dialed Colton’s number with trembling fingers.

Marian hesitated, wondering if she should try to reach Max. But it was late, the doctors and nurses had everything under control, and it was just childbirth, right? Nothing serious would happen, she told herself. So she decided not to disturb Max or inform the family estate, thinking it best not to wake Milanda.

When the ambulance arrived, Felicia was rushed to the hospital. Colton and Greg got there as soon as they could.

“I thought she had a few more days,” Colton said, looking worried.

Ava shook her head, her voice barely steady. “I have no idea what happened. We’ll just have to see what the doctors say.”

Greg’s face was the darkest of them all, his eyes fixed on the floor.

By the early hours of the morning, Felicia’s condition stabilized. She was now six centimeters dilated, ready to deliver at any moment.

Miranda sighed. “I told you to keep a lower profile. Marian said Felicia started bleeding last night. She’s at the hospital now. The baby’s probably coming today.”

Max’s face barely changed at the news. He just made a sound of acknowledgment.

Miranda heard the indifference in his voice and decided not to push further. She hung up.

Max put down his phone. A moment later, Isaac came in, first to give a work update, then to report on the leak. They’d found the culprit. It was an investment firm that had signed a high-stakes agreement with BlueMarble last year and lost almost everything, eventually getting bought out. The owner had hired a private investigator, paid a fortune to follow Max. Max was careful, hard to track, and it took the investigator over six months to confirm Max was married and to snap those incriminating photos.