Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mummy, We Found Our Billionaire Daddy: The Ex-wife's Revenge: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Selene's POV "Dr. Andrea, could you hold on a second?" I take a slow, deep breath, trying to mask the irritation that’s bubbling beneath the surface. Today’s already testing my patience, and the last thing I need is someone else adding to the chaos. Anna and Asher have been pushing my buttons all week with their endless questions about their father. On top of that, the pranks—both at school and at home—are driving me up the wall. I’ve lost track of how many times Mom and I have been summoned by the school principal. At this point, I don’t even know if I should be ashamed or just outright angry. "Yes, Mr. Chris, how can I help you? Your father’s already been discharged from the hospital. I’m extremely busy, so if you’d excuse me, please." I fight the urge to roll my eyes. This man is seriously irritating and clearly can’t take a hint. “I realize this isn’t the best place for this conversation,” he begins, a wide smile plastered on his face as he stares at me. I’m not interes

Selene’s POV I surprise myself with how lighthearted I’ve felt these past few days, especially after my run-in with Mason. I’d expected the encounter to sour my mood, but instead, I feel oddly content—even though I ignored him and treated him with nothing but cold indifference. I know I hurt his feelings, but I have no intention of getting tangled up with the Hemsworth family again. Talking to Mason would only open the door for Maximus to expect the same civility, and that’s a line I refuse to cross. Avoiding Mason is easier than risking another confrontation with Maximus. Thankfully, I haven’t seen him in almost three weeks, and I relish every second of his absence. Maybe he’s finally taking the hint. The last thing I need is Maya showing up at my hospital again, trying to buy me off with another stack of cash. Sure, her money has gone to good use—it’s helped a lot of people—but did she really think she could sway me so easily? My mother’s fortune far outweighs anything Maya

Maximus’ POV There’s something off about Mason. Ever since he returned, he’s been acting strangely. He barely speaks to me, and when he does, it’s always to throw jabs my way. I try to engage him in a decent conversation, but he shoots me down every time. Mason feels so different from the boy who left the house. Back then, he was shy and timid, hardly speaking up at home. Our father used to pick on him constantly, and I was the one who always stood up for Mason against our father’s relentless teasing. It got worse when Mason expressed his desire to pursue something other than business in college. I’ll never forget the heated argument that erupted that day. Our father hit him like he was a child, forcing him to follow his plan. So when Mason called me to say he had switched his major, I was shocked. “Why did you do it? I keep trying to understand your reasoning, but every time, I end up blank. I keep coming back to the same question: why?” His words leave me puzzled. Wha

Selene: “What are you doing here?” I snap, my voice cutting through the tension like ice. “The last time we saw each other, you made it crystal clear that you wanted nothing to do with me. So what the hell are you doing here now?” I cross my arms, my words cold and sharp, though they barely cover the hurt threatening to claw its way out. “Have you come to make my life even more miserable than you already have? I don’t want to see you. Leave my hospital. Now.” I force myself to stay composed, but his presence makes it impossible. My hands clench into fists at my sides, the frustration and hurt bubbling just below the surface, threatening to spill over. He shifts his weight, his gaze softening as if that’s supposed to mean something to me. But I know better. “Just hear me out, Selene.” His voice is too calm, too measured, and the smile he offers is painfully fake. “I’m not here to argue or fight. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, and if you think I came here to pick a figh

Jess’ POV I’m not supposed to be here—spending my day at an amusement park wasn’t part of the plan. Staying home sounded way better, but Maximus promised Kylie I’d take her out for some fun today. Reluctant doesn’t even begin to cover it, but Maximus made it clear: if I want this marriage to work, I need to “adjust my attitude” toward our daughter. As if. Every time I look at Kylie, a wave of irritation hits me. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s there, crawling under my skin. All I have to do is drop her off in the kids’ section and wait for her to wear herself out. The sooner she’s tired, the sooner we’re out of here. I don’t know how parents do this—pretending to enjoy the chaos. The one saving grace? Kylie isn’t big on hugs. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to hug me. Whatever the reason, I’m not complaining. There’s no way I’m letting her climb up that germ-ridden slide and come back covered in dirt, expecting me to clean her up. I take care of myself, and I’m not about to le