Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1652

Tyler knew he couldn't keep the charade up any longer, so he just shrugged nonchalantly.

"Ah, it's the same old story. Carol fell for a broke guy, not knowing he had her all figured out, and has been playing the long game. Carol brought him into her company, and next thing you know, Felix has taken over the joint and even managed to get her old man sent to the slammer."

He swallowed hard, the mole on the bridge of his nose lending him an air of unintentional charm.

"The real kicker isn't even that, though. Felix had been engaged to this girl since they were in diapers, a gal named Listina. She got diagnosed with a brain tumor, and Felix played the sympathy card in front of Carol. Carol, being the good sport, flew in the best doctors from all over, clueless that she was treating his fiancée. Those two played Carol like a fiddle. Now, Felix is getting hitched to Listina, and for Carol, it feels like a stab in her back, don't you think?"

Maja's expression darkened. She was about to whip out her phone when Tyler gently pressed her hand down.

"You call her, she's not gonna want to spill the beans. And let's be real, no one can touch Felix now. The guy's clever. He's snagged all of Carol and Ms. Miller's shares, over sixty percent, giving him the final say. Even if we wanted to buy out the company to back Carol up, it's a no-go. Plus, with the legal stuff, a simple letter of forgiveness from Felix, and Abner might get a few years shaved off his sentence. Carol's tied to him. Stubborn as she is, she won't cut ties without that letter."

Suddenly, Maja felt a pang of regret for not keeping up with the Greenfield gossip. She had always had a hunch about Felix, but Carol had been so smitten that she even hid her heiress status just to keep his ego intact.

And now, it had blown up in her face.

She had to make a trip to Greenfield.

Even though she wasn't calling Carol right away, she needed to book a flight home. Seeing her browse through flight schedules, Tyler leaned in curiously.

“Look, going to Greenfield won't help. Once you get all the dirty details, you'll just be more upset. Maja, | shouldn't have spilled the beans to you. Focus on your pregnancy. When your kid's born, I'm claiming godfather rights."

Maja shoved his head away, silently continuing her search for flights.

Ata loss, Tyler turned to Fitch, who was standing with arms crossed and with a furrowed brow, pondering the consequences if Maja went back to Greenfield...

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. It was a call from back home. Pressing the answer button, he was greeted by the panicked voice of a servant. "Mr. Haskins, it's terrible, Mia's attempted suicide!"

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Tyler, overhearing the urgency, quickly asked, "What's happened?" “Mia's in trouble; | need to book a flight back."

"I'm coming with you."

And in that moment, Maja chimed in, "I'm going too."

Beck reached out to hold her back, "Didn't you hear Tyler? You can't help by going now. Carol might not even want you to know about this. Plus, her dad did make those mistakes. | Maja, forgive my Sluntness, but outsiders can't get involved in these things. It's up to the two of them to reconcile. If they can't, it's on Carol to decide when she's ready to walk away. If she's determined to leave, she'll reach out for help. Then you can step in, and it won't be too late. Right now, you can't do much. Her dad needs that letter of forgiveness from Felix." Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.