Chapter 1861

All of a sudden, the door to the office opened abruptly. A tall, well-built figure stood inside of Poulenc’s office, his being emanating sheer ruthlessness. He was… Max D’Cruz! He walked out through the door coldly and fixed his stern gaze at Waverly. Waverly was stupefied at the sight of Max—who walked toward her, at that—and thought that she was hallucinating. Was he not in the mental hospital? Why was he…here?! Fredrick, on the other hand, was over the moon to see his son standing healthily in front of himself. "Max, how are you here?" he gushed excitedly. "Didn’t you—" "It was my fault. I’m sorry to have worried you," said Max before he fixed his chilling eyes on Waverly. Waverly was still stunned, her delicate face paled like a ghost as she just could not register the sight before her. Max smiled coldly. "What? Surprised? Why does it seem like you’re not welcoming me at all, dear sister?" "I…I…" Waverly was so anxious that she stuttered. She did not know what else to