Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 1771

As dusk settled in, a courier delivered a letter to Maja's doorstep, a letter that mentioned the human experiments that had befallen Sarah.

Maja, who had been the picture of calm, became utterly disheveled after reading the contents. She poured over each word, starting to doubt her own grasp of the language. So, it wasn't just Patrick who was part of a successful experiment, but Sarah as well?

Lillian's memories resided within Sarah's body, and now those memories were awakening? No wonder she always felt Sarah's gaze upon her was fraught with complexity, as if there were a torrent of words waiting to burst forth, yet suppressed.

She rubbed her temples, suddenly recalling Lillian's body, laid to rest in the catacombs beneath Forbidden Island, now sealed away forever, along with her.

Lillian was the one Maja had been searching for all these years, and to receive such news so abruptly left her unable to find her composure.

She tried to call Sarah, but the phone just rang unanswered. Unable to wait even a second, Maja reached out to Beck.

Beck had never set foot inside the research base and was clueless about what Ian and others had encountered there. He only knew of Sarah's brilliance, her creation of an antidote for his father, and her constant presence by his father's side.

But this time, with Ian's incident, Sarah had traveled all the way from North America to Greenfield.

Silence enveloped Beck as he read the letter.

He and Dylan had mostly known the impostor Cynthia. They didn't know when their real mother had been swapped over. The fake Cynthia had maintained a polite distance during her years among the Sanders family, never once having a heart-to-heart with her sons.

Their visit to Forbidden Island and the encounter with the real Cynthia later had been heart-wrenching.

Bernard was a man who never played by the book; with the fake Ian still unaccounted for, who knew what he planned to do with him.

Sitting on the couch, Maja mulled over it, her head a bit aching. Meanwhile, Fitch had purchased flowers and made his way to the cemetery.

Every year on this date, he visited Yvonne's grave.

Bernard had personally chosen the site for Yvonne's resting place. Their love had been profound, and upon her death, Bernard's hair turned white overnight, aging him beyond his years.

Fitch laid the bouquet in front of the tombstone, and sighed as he looked at the photograph of the gentle woman.