After Felicia disappeared down the hall, Max calmly set down his chopsticks, stood up, and walked out of the dining room.
"What did you say to her?" Greg asked tensely.
Max paused mid-step. "I am taking her and Anne home first." With that, he continued toward the living room.
Anne was just getting ready to run upstairs to find her mother. When she saw her father approach, she looked up with a frown. "Daddy, Mommy said she was really tired and wanted to rest, but she looked really sick."
"We are going to go home first, sweetie," Max said softly. "Wait right here. I will go get Mommy."
"Okay," Anne nodded obediently.
Max walked upstairs and approached Felicia's bedroom. He knocked softly on the wood. "Felicia."
There was no response. He reached out and turned the knob, but the door was locked from the inside. A dark frown creased his forehead. He immediately went downstairs, retrieved the spare key from the maid, and let himself in.
Felicia was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back facing the door. Her arms hung limply at her sides, and one hand loosely gripped her phone. The speaker was turned on, projecting Andrea's gleeful, venomous, and completely hysterical voice into the quiet room.
"Your own mother abandoned you, and your brother does not want you either! If they ever saw your hideous, scarred face, they would not even bother giving you a second glance! Do you honestly think that just because you look pretty now, Max actually loves you? He was completely disgusted and utterly repulsed by the ugly freak you used to be! Hahaha!"
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