Mission: From Divorcee to Millionaire

He quickly shut his eyes, trying hard not to think about it any longer. All that mattered was protecting this child, the only chance for him and Selena to find a new beginning. Nothing could happen to this baby! "Margot, enough with the drama!" Everett snapped, his voice cold as ice. Without sparing her another look, he held Selena tightly and briskly walked away.

"Everett!" Margot struggled to get up and follow him, but Ava was having none of it. Effortlessly grabbing Margot by the collar, she said, "Ms. Margot, how about I see you home? Don't trouble yourself over my Mr. and Mrs.!" "Let go of me, you wretched maid!" Margot fumed, her anger boiling over from being interrupted repeatedly by this stubborn nanny. She wanted to rip her apart.

Ava, unfazed, retorted, "Better a wretched maid than a homewrecker like you!" With that, she dragged Margot away.

In the car, Everett cradled Selena, his handkerchief dabbing away the cold sweat on her forehead. He urged the driver to step on it while whispering reassurances to Selena.

"Hang in there, Selena. Our child is strong, everything will be alright, don't worry..."

Too weak from the pain, Selena remained silent.

Alex, in the passenger seat, was on the phone, coordinating with the hospital for preparations. When she mentioned having the chief doctor ready, Selena's hand suddenly gripped Everett's.

"Everett, I... I need Dr. Carrillo. He knows everything about my condition; he can save our baby!"Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Dr. Carrillo? Everett was caught off guard for a moment. In the past, Dr. Carrillo hadn't been able to save their first child but had managed save Selena's life, proving his exceptional skills. Still, Everett was hesitant about involving him again due to his close ties with Callum.

The current medical team was world-class, just as capable as Dr. Carrillo, more than enough to ensure Selena's safe and healthy delivery.

Trying to reassure her gently, Everett

said, "Selena, Dr. Carrillo might not even be in the country right now. Your situation is urgent; let this doctor handle it for now, alright?"

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But Selena shook her head, her voice firm despite her weakness. "I don't trust anyone else. Only Dr. Carrillo can help us. Please, Everett, I need him..."

Her words were becoming jumbled, her desperation clear as day.

Everett was about to protest when Alex chimed in from the front, "Mr. Everett, perhaps the madam is dealing with PTSD. It might be best to go along with what she wants..."

PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress

Disorder. Losing their first child had

left

deep scar on her, and Dr.

Carrillo had been the one to save her life back then. Naturally, she@rusted him completely.

Everett sighed, his lips pressed into a tight line. Then, gently stroking Selena's pale cheek, he relented.

"Alright, I promise. We'll get Dr. Carrillo to the hospital now!"

Relieved, Selena managed a faint smile before her strength gave out and she fainted.