Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Sometimes she would try to flee a dozen times a day, but the man's torment was like a cat toying with a

mouse, watching her struggle just for amusement.

So, the initial dozen attempts dwindled to seven or eight, then to five or six, and eventually to twice a

day.

Now, it had been a whole year since she last thought about escaping from this place, which was

exactly what the man intended.

Cynthia listened to the man's voice, ignoring him.

But he continued, "Don't you want to know where your daughter is?"

At these words, Cynthia's eyelashes fluttered.

Her hand, which had been hanging by her side, twitched, and her gaze shifted to a fixed point.

The man's voice echoed in her head as if it were emanating from deep within her bones.

"Where is she?"

These days, she had only spoken one word, and that was the curt "Scram" she had told Ian's man.

Her voice was very hoarse.

"She came to see you, tried to take you with her, but she's in over her head."

Cynthia's eyes were downcast, and it took a long time for her to compromise, "Please let her be."

After she spoke, the entire basement fell silent, as if even the surrounding machinery had disappeared.

The man's fingertips paused on the screen, his face filled with a sinister look.

"You've kept her safe pretty well."

Cynthia said nothing, just leaned back, her face pale.

As for whether he would let the daughter go, who knew?

Ian carried Maja for almost an hour, and during that time, Maja woke up.

The first thing she did upon waking was to cough.

Ian held her in his arms and used the corner of his shirt to wipe her lips.

"Does it hurt?"

She didn't speak, just tilted her head slightly.

Ian stopped in his tracks, his tone indifferent.

"Are you blaming me?"

"No."

"Maja, I don't want to see you and our baby in harm's way. I'll find a way to get your mom out later."

After saying this, he strode forward.

Maja smelled the scent of blood and gunpowder on him.

She knew that tonight's Forbidden Island was chaotic, and that Ian must have done a lot to get her out.

She just felt heavy-hearted.

Her memory of Lillian was of someone strong and gentle, who, no matter what happened, would hold

her in her arms, caress her face, and speak softly.

But the messages she conveyed were always firm.

Maja's character was greatly influenced by her.

Otherwise, how could she have grown up safely after Lillian had been gone for so many years?

"Ian, where is this?"

"A tunnel, a mysterious person from Forbidden Island told me about it. Dylan and Abner's men are

waiting for us at the entrance. Tonight the island is a battleground. I'm not confident I can keep you

safe."

His steps were steady as he held her tight.

"What about Patric?"

Patric had been acting crazy earlier. Where had he gone now?

"I don't know, let's just assume he's disappeared."

Maja felt his mood wasn't great.

She rested her head against his chest, relieved that this time, at least, they had confirmed Lillian's

location.

After another half hour, they finally felt a breeze and could smell the sea's briny scent. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Ian breathed a sigh of relief.

But looking out from the exit, there was nothing but open sea, and the exit was alarmingly high above

ground level.

He was about to carry Maja down the winding path when gunfire rang out.

Not from one direction, but from many, all around them.

He was unscathed, but the wall behind him was deeply pocked with bullet holes—a clear threat from

the shooters.