Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1391

Zoey's brow furrowed as she noticed the scorn and contempt in the eyes of the other Haskins family members as Duke flirted with her.

Duke had achieved his goal; he wanted everyone to brand Zoey as a loose woman.

Pressing her lips together, Zoey chose not to argue. In this setting, anything she said would be twisted against her. It was better to wait for Fitch to come out.

Mia glared at Zoey's face, itching to slap her again, but remembering Fitch's recent demeanor, she reluctantly stood down.

She thought to herself: Just wait until my brother wakes up, we'll see if he continues to side with this woman. Then Zoey will get what she deserves..

She was determined to make this despicable woman pay a price!

Meanwhile, not far from the crowd stood a tall man.

He was Ryan Elston's landlord and an outcast of the Haskins family. The Haskins had disowned him for reasons unknown, and even his own parents had turned their backs on him. During Fitch's supposed funeral, Arlen Haskins had attempted to attend, only to be met with insults and the door slammed in his face.

Ryan, who stood by Arlen's side, had changed considerably in the short time since they'd last met. The air of a spoiled rich kid had been washed away. He had severed ties with the Raymond family and stopped answering Maureen Raymond's calls. Now he was investing on his own, standing by the side of his landlord, Arlen Haskins.

Arlen was fidgeting at the end of the hallway, clearly craving a cigarette. When the doctor approached, Arlen double-checked the news about his cousin.

"He's really going to be okay?" Arlen asked.

The doctor, removing his mask, nodded slowly. "He'll be fine. It’s just a minor concussion. His memory should return shortly."

Arlen let out a sigh of relief and, after standing around for another ten minutes, finally said to Ryan, "Let's go."

Ryan was surprised. "Aren't we waiting for him to come out?"

"No need for that."

“Tell me, Arlen, what the hell did you do back in the day to make the Haskins hate you like this, even including your own parents?"

Arlen ruffled his hair. Upon reaching the hospital's ground floor, he hopped into a nearby convertible.

"Enough talk, Mr. Elston. Get in the car," Arlen said.

Ryan climbed in and glanced back at the hospital with a sigh. "I'm actually a bit worried about my cousin. The Raymond family's in chaos. My cousin temporarily transferred his shares to Jeff; if Jeff has other intentions, the Raymond Corporation could change hands."

"You doubting your cousin's judgment in people?"

Ryan's mouth twisted bitterly. "I used to think my mom and my cousin would always be close, but look how it had turned out to be."

Arlen lit a cigarette. "I've heard Ian's been in the North American underground fighting scene. I’ve been there once. It's chaotic there, but he seems to have a high status. I have no idea what his position is exactly, but he's doing well. You better focus on yourself for now."

"You don't get it! Right now, I'm just eager to make a lot of money and then go back to my cousin."

That was Ryan's wish, but his money-making speed was indeed too slow.