All Chapters of Mummy, We Found Our Billionaire Daddy: The Ex-wife's Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Maximus’ POV My heart nearly stops when Avery calls, her voice trembling as she tells me Selene is in the hospital. An accident. The moment those words hit me, nothing else matters. Not the heavy rain pounding against my windshield, not the slick, treacherous roads. The only thing on my mind is getting to that hospital and making sure Selene is okay. How did this even happen? I haven’t spoken to her in days. Between the chaos with Henry O’Hara sabotaging my building, his arrest, and the endless struggle to get him to reveal who’s behind all of this, I’ve barely had time to breathe—let alone check in with Selene. If I had, maybe I’d know if something was wrong. Maybe I could’ve prevented this. The thought of anything happening to her feels like a weight crushing my chest. I don’t care if she doesn’t want me there. I just need to see her, to know she’s safe. Raymond offered to come with me, but I told him to stay at the company. He’s just as worried, though. Questions swirl in m

Maximus’ POV Being at the police station first thing in the morning wasn’t how I imagined my day would go, but when the detective investigating the orphanage case called me in, I didn’t have much of a choice. I figured maybe he had a breakthrough, maybe he’d finally tracked down the person behind all the chaos, the one pulling the strings from the shadows. What I wasn’t prepared for, though, was to be greeted by the lifeless body of Henry O'Hara. The shock hits me like a punch to the gut. It’s clear he didn’t die peacefully. This wasn’t a case of simply going to sleep and not waking up. The foam at his mouth is a dead giveaway—he was poisoned. But that’s not all. There are strangulation marks around his neck, too. I don’t understand. He was supposed to be safe in prison. This wasn’t supposed to happen—not yet. He hasn’t even been charged in court. And now this. I can’t believe Benjamin has some of the detectives on his side. Who do I even trust anymore? I was so close to get

Jess's POV I bow my head in shame, feeling the weight of my mother's disappointing gaze. It's like a slap to my self-esteem, a constant reminder that no matter what I do, I can't seem to live up to her expectations. It irritates me—the way she looks at me like I’m not enough, like I’ll never be good enough for her. She makes me feel worthless, as though nothing I do can change her view of me. At first, I was reluctant to tell her about what happened with Selene, but deep down I knew she was the only one who could get me out of this mess. My father? Not an option. He doesn’t have the same strength of will as she does. More often than not, he’s the one wavering, the one who gets scared and second-guesses his decisions. When Maya Norman found out about my impulsive choice, the one that led to the mess I was now stuck in, she was furious. If looks could kill, I would have been a corpse by now. Her eyes were enough to make me feel like a criminal, like she wanted to rip me apart.

Maximus’s POV "Is there a reason my daughter has been staying with your parents for more than a week? I haven’t seen Kylie in forever. Why’d you take her there? Are you trying to keep her away from me, Maximus?!" Jess snaps, her words tumbling out all at once—half complaint, half accusation. “What’s next? Are you handing her over to Selene, your ex-wife? Or are you gearing up to paint me as the villain again? Huh? What’s it going to be this time? She should be here with us right now, sitting at the table, having breakfast like a normal family. Instead, you ship her off to her grandparents and expect me to be okay with it?” Her voice grates on my nerves, and it’s way too early for her whining. My plate’s already full, and she’s piling on more. "I don’t need to make you look like the bad guy, Jess. You’ve got that down to an art," I say, my tone sharp as a blade, a laugh that’s more cruel than amused slipping out. "And for the record, your daughter—because that’s how you like t

Maximus’ POV Mason keeps staring at me, looking confused. Things have been tense between us for weeks, especially since I found out about the little stunt he pulled with Selene. I know he’s been avoiding me like I have the plague, and honestly, I don’t care to figure out whatever game he’s playing. I made it clear—Selene is off-limits. But apparently, Mason has gotten bold. He didn’t propose to her, but the way he acted in those pictures and videos? The sly little gestures? People are running wild with assumptions, and it pisses me off every time I hear them talking about it. I wonder how Selene is handling all of this. Is she happy? She’s never been one to enjoy public attention. “Alright, you two have been staring at each other for way too long, and the testosterone in this room is getting unbearable. Maximus, if you’ve got something to say to Mason, now’s the time,” Raymond says, dragging me out of my thoughts. I shoot him a glare, almost forgetting he was even here. He ju