Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire novel Chapter 336

In the bustling heart of the city, Everett stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing out of the massive floor-to-ceiling window at the sea surrounding Newport. Behind him, the doctor was flipping through Margot's medical records, filling him in on her condition.

Margot was grappling with severe postpartum depression after losing her child. She didn't trust anyone or let anyone get close, except for Everett. This meant she had intense separation anxiety when it came to him. If he was away for too long, and she couldn’t see him, she’d spiral into self-destructive behavior. Although medication had helped manage her condition over the past few months, reducing her episodes, it was still a psychological illness that could flare up out of the blue. Today was one of those days for Margot.

Everett listened, but his mind was elsewhere. That odd heaviness in his chest hadn’t gone away—it had only intensified, making it hard to breathe. It was like... a bad omen hanging over him. He glanced at Margot’s room; she had obediently come out of the bathroom when he got back. Now, she was lying in bed, getting an IV drip, seemingly okay. So why...

The doctor, noticing Everett's prolonged silence, assumed he had more questions and asked politely, “Mr. Everett, is there anything else you’re unclear about?”

Everett waved him off, indicating he was fine, and the doctor left. He sank onto the sofa, pulled out a cigarette from his pack, placed it between his lips, and lit it. Taking a deep drag, he tipped his head back slightly and exhaled a thick plume of smoke. Yet, the unease in his mind wouldn’t settle.