Chapter 842

"Maxwell..." Phoebe's eyes reddened as tears streamed down her face. Maxwell did not pity her and ignored her despite her crying. He went to the hospital bed, pulled a chair to sit, and looked quietly looking at his still-unconscious son. After watching Anya leave the ward, Corinne turned around to look at the tearful Phoebe. Phoebe and Anya were like two peas in a pod. She could cry at the drop of a hat, much like her daughter. Alas, Phoebe's song and dance did not seem to strike a chord with Maxwell. Although Phoebe was a middle-aged woman, she maintained a youthful figure and wrinkle-free face thanks to the Riveras's money. Sadly, her pitiful act was unable to capture Maxwell's attention. Maxwell appeared to be extremely cold toward Phoebe. As if sleeping in a separate bed was not bad enough, he did not even bother to take a second look at her. Corinne's impression of her biological father did not improve just because he was indifferent toward Phoebe, of course. Instead, she n