Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1113

Her eyelashes fluttered down, and she tried dialing the number again, only to find out she was blocked this time.

With no other choice, she dialed Carol's number.

Upon hearing her voice, Carol was shocked.

"Text me your address, I'll be right there!"

Maja handed the phone back to the young girl, her voice husky, "Thanks, sweetheart."

The girl had overheard the male voice on the other end and noticing Maja's pregnant belly, she comforted her immediately.

"Was that your husband just now? You're pregnant and he's behaving like that! He's such a jerk. You should divorce him once you're back. Don't marry such a man."

A bitter smile spread across Maja's face. She had already divorced him. He was her ex-husband.

She didn't say anything and just listened as the girl's uncle began to hurry them along.

"Let's go, or those debt collectors will really come to find us."

The girl glanced at Maja, patting her shoulder reassuringly.

"You should definitely get a divorce when you're back. An unreliable man can ruin a whole family, just like my father. He gambled away everything and even had a mistress, and now the debt collectors are at our door. They drove my mother to suicide, and he ran away with all the money, leaving us behind. You're really pretty. Don't waste your time on such man. They're only good for the good times, not the hard ones."

Maja was surprised by the wisdom in the young girl's words, and offered her a small smile.

"Right, I'll remember that. And you too, focus on your career when you grow up."

The girl nodded vigorously.

The middle-aged man watched their interaction, a pang of sadness in his heart. He quickly urged them to leave.

"Let's go, if we don't, those people might really come."

The girl nodded, but couldn't bear to see Maja sitting there alone.

"Don't wander off, just wait here for your family."

Maja nodded. If she had her phone, she would have transferred some money to the girl, having overheard their conversation and knowing they were in need.

The debt collectors erupted in laughter, grabbing the girl.

"Your father ran off with our money, so you're going to work it off for him. But even if we sold you ten times, it wouldn't be enough to cover his debt. Better get used to pleasing customers, or we'll have no problem disposing of you."

The man tried to stop them, but a baseball bat came crashing down on his head.

Blood spurted from his wound, and he swayed on his feet.

"Uncle!"

The girl screamed, trying to rush to his side, but her arm was held tightly. She stomped on one of the men's feet, only to be slapped to the ground.

Ignoring the pain in her cheek, she crawled over to the man.

"Uncle, are you okay? I'm sorry."

If they had just run away last night, none of this would have happened.