"It is over," Max said softly.
Felicia stared blankly at the ceiling, her frantic breathing slowly returning to a steady rhythm.
Max pulled his hand back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked down at her. "Do you want to sit up and eat something?"
Felicia remained completely unresponsive. Her eyes were hollow, her face pale, and her spirit utterly broken.
Max tossed the towel into the basin. "Then let us go home."
He reached down, pulled back the covers, and scooped her up into his arms.
Felicia did not react at all. It was as if all the life had been drained from her bones.
Max carried her out of the hospital room.
The nanny grabbed Felicia's bag and hurried after them.
Back at the Oakridge Estate, Max carried Felicia upstairs to their bedroom. He laid her gently on the mattress and pulled the blankets up to her chin. Gazing at her heavily closed eyes, he murmured, "Get some rest."
He turned around and left, closing the door softly behind him.
Inside the silent room, the wind howled violently against the windows.
Max did not go into the office that day. He stayed in his study to handle his work.
Meanwhile, in a suburban villa.
Inside the master bedroom, a doctor carefully changed Holden's bandages. Two young, beautiful maids stepped forward to dress him in a silk robe.
He went downstairs to the dining room.

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