Dear Ex-wife Marry Me (Maja and Ian) novel Chapter 410

Chapter 410 

If Neil had a favourite person, it would definitely be Lillian. 

She was the smartest, strongest woman he’d ever met. 

So, when Lillian passed away, he was steeped in sorrow, unable to face reality, and feeling increasingly lonely. 

That’s when Cristina barged into his life. 

Over the years, Neil had projected all his guilt and unresolved regrets about Lillian onto Cristina. 

But tonight, in this brief dream, he saw Lillian.. 

He missed her so much, that’s why he saw her in his dream. 

Lillian was always easy–going. She didn’t blow a gasket, just asked him sadly. 

“Why did you treat Maja like that?” 

“I raised her. She’s my daughter.” 

Neil woke up coughing, a bit of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. 

He didn’t have Lillian’s wisdom. 

If Lillian were still alive, she would never take out her emotions on Maja. 

After all, even if there was a mix–up with the baby, Maja was innocent. 

She’d never done anything to hurt him over the years. 

Neil took a deep breath, trembling as he picked up his phone and dialled his lawyer’s number. 

The lawyer rushed over in the middle of the night. 

Meanwhile, Tricia, outside the door, overheard the commotion and asked resentfully. 

“Haven’t you been in touch with Holden several times? As long as you agree. I can marry lan, I really like him. Maja is a nobody. How can she ever be worthy of someone so noble.” 

Neil looked disappointed and said, “Let me think about it.” 

Tricia excitedly returned to her room without any concern for his condition. 

Half an hour later, the lawyer arrived. 

Neil, furious at Tricia’s words, wiped the blood from his mouth before speaking. 

“Draw up my will. All my shares go to my daughter, Maja.” 

Neil blinked, tears rolling down his cheeks, realizing the one who cared about him most was Maja. 

So what if she wasn’t his biological daughter? Even though he felt a tinge of resentment, he had raised her all these years. 

He rubbed his temples, realizing it was Maja’s 24th birthday, and he hadn’t even prepared a cake. He felt terrible. 

Coughing, his palms were stained with blood. 

“No one from the Pennyfeather family can take the shares from her for any reason. As for Tricia, give her three million dollars cash and make her leave Greenfield in two days, or she won’t get the three million either.” 

A cold–hearted biological daughter and an adopted daughter who truly cared about him. 

He knew whom to choose. 

But he still deeply missed the child Lillian had given birth to. 

“Tell Maja she must find that child. If she does, give the child some money so she can live worry–free. The Pennyfeather family shares still belong to Maja.” 

His eyes closed from exhaustion. The successive blows had left him utterly worn out. 

“Help me sort out what I want to say, and meet Maja tomorrow.” 

He had sworn never to let her suffer, but on her birthday, such an embarrassing incident had occurred. 

He had made such an outrageous demand.