Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1765

Maja let out a sigh of relief and immediately reached out to Nana.

Back when she was in Cania, she had a decent rapport with Nana. The question was whether Nana would be willing to lend a hand this time around.

To her surprise, Nana was already in Greenfield. Being a native of Windhelm, it wasn't just a coincidence—she was on a manhunt for the culprit who'd wronged her brother.

Learning that the research facility was in trouble, Nana didn't hesitate to offer her help.

She arrived that afternoon, and her companion, Number Eight, was enshrouded in a black hoodie and masked, his features hidden from curious eyes.

Maja grabbed Nana's hand, her face etched with gratitude.

"Thank you."

Nana's grip tightened in response, a rare, sincere smile breaking through her usually stoic expression.

"I should be thanking Ian. If he hadn't destroyed the research facility, my brother wouldn't have come back."

As she finished, Number Eight's hand shot out, nervously clutching at her sleeve.

"Nana."

The boy's voice was raspy, suggesting that he should have outgrown the voice changer by now. Clearly, the anxiety was getting to him.

Maja, concerned about his well-being, suggested a checkup.

"Should we have someone come to examine him?"

"No need. The doctor you brought last time was excellent. He's recovered well physically, but because he hasn't interacted much with others, he's quite shy."

After all, he was, in many ways, raised within the confines of the research facility, with only the doctor and a few other researchers for company. Everyone else was a non-entity to him.

His obsession had always been to find his sister, and now that he had, the flood of emotions was overwhelming.

Nana tightened her hold on Maja's hand. "Let's hear your plan, and we can figure out how to work together."

The group settled into the living room couches, and Maja laid out her deductions before turning to Dylan.

They needed to unearth Bernard's true motive, or none of it made sense.

A light sparked in Maja's eyes, and she turned to Dylan.

"Dylan, the story of Bernard's son dying in the facility—who released it? Is there evidence, or has it all been Bernard's narrative from the start?"

Dylan glanced at his wristwatch.

"Fitch should be here. He knows more about it, given the Haskins family's ties to the upper echelons."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang, announcing Fitch's arrival.

Fitch had jetted in on a chopper, spurred by Maja's urgent tone. He hadn't even had time to change out of his mud-splattered clothes, but he didn't seem to mind.

Without looking at anyone, he settled onto the couch.

"Where'd you leave off?" he asked, his composure bolstering Maja's confidence.