Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1417

Buzz. Dylan's ears rang with the sudden silence that followed.

Trembling with barely contained anger, it took a few long moments for Beck to finally speak up. "Sure, Judith feels bad, but what about Maja? She nearly died tonight, Dylan. When are you going to wake up to reality?"

Dylan crouched on the spot, utterly baffled by Beck's sudden outburst.

They had never fought like this before. Not once in all their years as brothers.

But tonight, Beck wasn't just arguing. He had come to blows.

What did Maja's suffering have to do with him? She deserved to die, for all Dylan cared. If it hadn't been for Beck and Ian's timely arrival, Maja would be a lifeless body at the bottom of the river by now.

Beck felt a painful lump in his throat as he forced a smile. "Dylan, let's go see Dad tonight. I've got things to say to him, and to you as well."

After hanging up the phone, Dylan's brow furrowed in thought, wondering what Beck was so eager to discuss.

He stood up, ready to leave, when Judith, who had been fast asleep, suddenly awoke and clutched at his sleeve.

"Dylan, you're leaving? Have you given up on me too? Please don't go, I swear I'll die. My heart hurts so much."

Dylan patted her back soothingly. "I'm just going to see how Dad's doing and when he might wake up."

Judith let out a sigh of relief. She had thought he was rushing off to Maja.

"Augus would never wake up", she thought, a twisted smile curling her lips.

"Okay, Dylan, just hurry back."

Dylan nodded and turned to leave, his eyes hardening for a moment.

On the way to the Sanders residence, his expression was grim as he contemplated the inevitable confrontation with Beck.

Not only had Beck laid hands on him, the eldest, but he had also gone after Judith. The man was out of control. Had he been led astray by Ian's influence?

Dylan's scowl deepened, and an hour later, he pulled up outside the Sanders family's estate.

Augus was still in a coma, despite the doctors' repeated assurances that it was just a severe panic attack. Yet, there was no sign of him waking up.

His gaze was fixed on Maja, so intense that it made her skin crawl. She wondered if the Sanders family heir had lost his mind.

Seeking help, she turned to Ian, but he was still choked up by her reluctance to keep the child, unable to utter a word.

On the drive back to the underground fight club, Beck was unusually attentive, offering her water.

"What about fruit? Do you want some? It's all sliced up."

"Maja, you need to take care of yourself. And try not to spend too much time at that fight club; it's a den of vice. You should consider moving to the North America district. The Sanders family has a beautiful stand-alone villa in the city center, perfect for nurturing new life."

Exhausted from the ordeal, Maja found herself drifting to sleep. She shook her head weakly.

"No need, Mr. Sanders."

The light in Beck's eyes dimmed instantly.

He didn't even notice his phone flashing with missed calls.