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By now, Max's mother had most likely heard from the hospital. Felicia's phone buzzed at that moment. She viewed the screen after jolting out of her reverie and reaching into her bag. She merely gazed for a moment. Her college advisor was phoning. She responded."Mr. Milman?" Stanford has a slot available for a PhD program. Would you like to try it? Felicia became silent, totally taken aback. Jeremy Milman began to back off when she remained silent."If you're not interested—" Felicia interrupted, "I want it," in a calm, confident voice. Jeremy's turn to stop now.He was fully aware of the amount of effort Felicia had put forth to be able to stand by Max. She was finally where she wanted to be—married and expecting a child. He never thought she would think about letting go of all that. He had simply made the call on a whim. "Mr. Milman," Felicia murmured. Jeremy cleared his throat. "Alright, come by my office at ten tomorrow morning." Alright. Felicia put her phone down and exhaled deepl

"I understand, Grandma." Felicia was taken aback when Max—the same man who had requested a divorce that morning—actually returned home that evening.Max..."Bring some coffee to the study for me. He went right upstairs without waiting for her response. After a little while of standing there, Felicia shook herself off and made her way to the kitchen. She made him a cup of coffee. With a wall of distance surrounding him that made the room feel even colder, Max was leafing through some paperwork, his face cold and sharp. Felicia remained silent.She simply put down the coffee and walked out in silence. They remained apart even after he returned. Max slept in the upper master bedroom. Felicia remained in the guest room below. Max was home the following morning, so the housekeeper went all out for breakfast. Felicia was nowhere to be seen, and Max was seated at the head of the table. Felicia would typically have prepared his breakfast and ironed his clothing for the day when he got home. She

"Finish the financial analysis for the Silveroak Partners report before lunch." Felicia returned to her workstation. Despite being demoted to a junior role in the secretarial department, Sandy continued to assign her additional tasks that weren't even meant for her. She accepted everything without protesting. Perhaps she was only trying to persuade herself that Max would notice her again if she put in enough effort. He didn't. After completing the analysis, Felicia gave Sandy the printed copy and the digital file before placing an order for takeaway. She always packed her own lunch, even though the firm had a cafeteria. She simply didn't want to eat in public, have others stare at her, or engage in small talk. She just needed a little peaceful time. Takeout would have to do since she hadn't made lunch that morning. A few coworkers returned from lunch while she waited, chatting animatedly as they entered. You do realize how young Mr. Hawthorne's girlfriend is? She appears to be a coll

Sandy's expression chilled. She leaped to her feet and smacked the table with her palms. "Felicia!" Felicia didn't even turn around. She simply turned to leave. Felicia took up a tiny mirror from her desk and examined the tiny scrape on her cheek. It was scarcely noticeable and shallow. She used a moist wipe to dab at it. There's no need to worry about it. One additional mark didn't really matter on a face like hers. That girl from earlier was on her mind. Something about her seemed very familiar.Her phone rang just before the conclusion of the workday. It was Colton, her father. As he sold all he owned to pay off their debt, Colton was growing older in front of her. He hadn't forced her to go to the Hawthornes to make any demands when he learned she was expecting Max's child. After observing her father get increasingly weary and exhausted, Felicia made up her decision.She personally visited the Hawthorne family. She had her own motivations, not only for her father but also for hers

At last, Felicia discovered her voice. "Dad, Ava, Greg... Max wants a divorce." The words lingered in the atmosphere. The dining room was silent. Everyone's face darkened, Colton most of all. His jaw tightened as he lowered his head. To be honest, nobody was all that shocked. Perhaps just because everything happened so fast. There was only a marriage certificate, never a wedding. The two families have not communicated or seen each other in the last six months.Max had never, ever visited the Ross residence. The Hawthornes never sent a single gift throughout the holidays. Colton and Ava would give Felicia presents to deliver to the Hawthornes each time she returned home by herself. Felicia knew such gifts always ended up with the staff, but she would bring them and Miranda would smile politely as she accepted them. Tatiana was even worse.At one point, she instructed the maid to stop bringing over such cheap items and dump everything in the trash directly in front of Felicia. Max had t