Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Maja stumbled towards the general direction where the past had unfolded, only to find devastation

greater than her darkest imaginations.

The yard that once stood was long gone, the area not even qualifying as ruins anymore. All that

remained were outlines of the old foundations scattered on the ground.

It was clear that a shell had hit the yard squarely. If anyone had been inside, judging by the ferocity of

the blast, it was likely they were vaporized, leaving behind neither limb nor fragment, but only a mist of

blood.

Her heart clenched painfully, and she squatted down to plant a small wooden cross in the desolate

earth before shuffling away, her soul a heavy shadow trailing behind her.

Beck was waiting for her right where the helicopter had touched down. Seeing her ashen face, he

quickly handed her an oxygen tank.

"Is the air bothering you here?" he asked.

Maja shook her head, her pallor visibly deepening.

Beck helped her aboard the helicopter, and they didn't return to the hospital where Ian was until dusk.

Sitting in the corridor, Maja felt a pounding headache.

When the doctor finally emerged, she quickly inquired, "How is he?"

"Strong will to live. He should wake up by tomorrow."

Relief washed over her, but then the scenes she had witnessed on the island churned in her stomach.

She dashed to the bathroom in her hospital room and retched, but nothing came out.

Beck brought her dinner, insisting she eat.

"There are international agents investigating Forbidden Island, but the research base is well-hidden

and will take time to uncover."

Knowing that professionals were on the case meant that she and Ian didn't have to go it alone.

That was one less headache.

"Beck, the moment you locate the research base, let me know. We can't delay Dad's matters any

longer. And have you found Patric?"

Was Patric also a casualty of the bombing that night on Forbidden Island?

"No sign of him. Some of the bodies were blown to bits; it's impossible to tell if he's among the dead.

No clues so far."

Maja leaned back against the cool wall, finding some comfort in its chill.

Beck opened a food container and placed a spoon in her hand.

"Eat, even if you don't want to. And later, get a full check-up."

After all, she was pregnant. It was a wonder the baby was still fine after all the turmoil. She must be

incredibly lucky.

Maja managed a strained smile.

"I will. I'll take care of myself and the baby."

Beck, seeing her drawn face, rubbed his temple.

"You hold the majority of the Sanders family shares. You have the power now. If you and Ian want to

leverage the Sanders family's influence, just tell me. And remember, Dylan has been managing these

affairs for years. His network is broader. If there's a family you want to sway, consider using Dylan."

Brothers are meant to be used, and as for Dylan, he'd be more than willing to be of service to Maja.

Beck stayed by her side, offering strategies.

"Take Walter, for instance. He has a wide information network in North America. Didn't he give you and

Ian some intel when you entered Forbidden Island? His reach is global."

That impressive?

"Maja, he's tight with Dylan and even lent a hand this time. And there's Abner from the Olson family.

Odd duck, Abner, not many friends, but he's willing to do Dylan a favor. The maritime forces were

under his thumb; that's how you managed to escape so easily."

Beck was trying to mend the relationship between Maja and Dylan. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

But considering what Dylan had done, he was embarrassed to bring it up, so he continued to

encourage her instead.

"Here's your phone. I've added Dylan's contact. If you don't want to call, just message him. He's got

your picture. I know you dislike him, but ending this sooner lets you and Ian plan a wedding without the

shadow of the research base looming over you."

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