Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1093

When Phelps walked in, the sight that greeted him was rather unsettling.

He immediately put his medical skills to use, bandaging Ian's palm.

Throughout the process, Ian was as still as a statue, neither moving nor speaking, as if the blood seeping from his palm didn't belong to him.

Fitch watched from the sideline, a knot of discomfort forming in his chest.

He was never one to fuss over women like Ian did. Women held a low priority in his life, and seeing Ian's state only reaffirmed his resolve to avoid becoming entangled in matters of the heart.

To him, women were simply for enjoyment, to be replaced when the novelty wore off. He'd simply marry into another influential family when the time was right.

A marriage of equals, where both families could support each other.

That was the best choice for a mature man.

Falling in love with a woman who didn't match his social status was akin to charity work.

Fitch was adamant about not making such a foolish mistake.

Ian's hand was now neatly bandaged, and Phelps sighed in relief.

"Be careful next time. If a shard had cut an artery, I would've had to save your life."

The word 'save' easily led one to think of Holden's death.

Afraid of touching a sore spot, Phelps quickly changed the topic.

"This champagne has quite the aroma, Tyler. How long have you had this?"

"You have a good nose, and it's a 1907 Blanc de Blancs. I could never bring myself to open it before."

Tyler refilled Ian's glass and gently pushed it towards him.

Ian picked up the glass, taking a sip.

Lately, he had heard rumors about Greenfield. It all seemed so unreal. Weren't those two getting along just fine not too long ago? How did it escalate to a blood feud so suddenly?

Tyler scoffed, "If her fingerprints weren't on the dagger that stabbed Holden, I might've thought the same. But these two incidents tell everyone that she did it on purpose."

Among the three, only Fitch knew about Maja and Eric, but he couldn't reveal it, which was suffocating for him.

Fitch used to be the best at keeping secrets, but this one was too scandalous. It even made him absent-minded when drinking and chatting.

He thought Maja was the worst, deceiving a person's feelings like that.

She even acted so convincingly. No wonder Ian fell for it.

A drunk Ian slowly opened his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly. He just looked at the ceiling and chuckled.

"What makes me lesser than my brother."

His voice was raspy, even choked up a bit when he said this.