Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1444

Maja's attention snapped to the conversation as she caught a glimpse of the exchange.

Walter caught her eye and raised an eyebrow with a slight grin, "So, Beck told me you guys are heading to Forbidden Island?"

She nodded. That was the address Eric had given her, and she'd been digging around for information, but the trail was cold.

Walter's fingers were playing with a slip of paper, his demeanor cool and collected.

"Turns out I might have a lead that could help you out."

Maja's eyes lit up, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. You're Dylan's little sister, which makes you my little sister too."

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Just like Beck had said, a smiling tiger.

She didn't respond to that, instead focusing on the clues listed on the paper.

Walter's info was a game-changer and the kind of stuff they couldn't find online.

Handing the paper to Ian, Maja noticed the recognition between him and Walter, though they pretended to be strangers.

Clearly, they had crossed paths in North America, and it wasn't as friends.

"Ian?" Maja called out, sensing the tension.

Ian didn't say much, just pulled her closer.

As they were about to leave, Tomas spoke up, his gaze shifting between Ian and Eric.

"Test subjects, test subjects, all test subjects."

"One succeeds, one's discarded, test subjects."

His words cast a chilling air over the room.

It was then Patric burst out, "Shut up!"

His head was pounding, a cacophony of voices screaming in his mind, flashes of scenes he couldn't quite catch. Damn it, he couldn’t remember it.

Ian wrapped his arm around her, guiding her to the car where a pale and weakened Patric sat in the back seat.

As Maja stared out the window, her heart was a tumult of nerves.

Ian reached over and held her hand, "Don't worry about it. Maybe Eric and I just look alike."

She looked down, "I've been hypnotized by K before. I know what it's like. Those two were more than hypnotized, and they've been experimented on. I wish we knew what kind of experiments."

Patric piped up from the backseat, "Blame Eric for that. He knows but says nothing. Serves him right. He deserves whatever he gets."

He lay back, his head throbbing, reaching up to the ceiling. His wrist, exposed, was a patchwork of needle marks.

He had called out to Eric in his mind countless times, but it was as if the man had vanished.

Panic set in suddenly, the fear that Eric might have truly disappeared.

Why? Was the realization of meeting fellow test subjects too much to bear?

He couldn't tell.