Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1462

The children didn't know that she had passed away. They'd left some candy bars on her bedside table, still hoping she'd wake up for a sweet treat.

Quentin knew she wouldn't make it through the week, but he hadn't expected her to leave them today.

"Did she see what they've done to the garden?" he asked, his voice raspy and his eyes reddening, as he turned to one of the youngsters by his side.

"Quentin, she saw it," the child whispered. "She wanted to get up, but I wasn't strong enough to help her. She said she wanted to rest a bit more, so I left some candy for her."

"Good kid," Quentin said softly, patting the child on the head. Maja, who stood by the door, overheard the exchange and felt a loss for words. She quietly left the room.

In the dead of night, when all the children were asleep, Quentin took a shovel and started to dig in the yard.

Beside a small bench lay the lifeless body of the woman.

Maja joined him with another shovel, and together they dug a grave over a yard deep. They gently laid her to rest.

Quentin didn't erect a headstone; he simply knelt before the mound of earth and bowed his head in respect.

"She worked tirelessly all her life, looking after us without ever resting," Quentin said, breaking the silence. "Thank you, Maja. If you hadn't come to school today, she would've dragged herself to class, probably throwing up blood again. Today, she finally got to rest."

Memories of Lillian flashed through Maja's mind, bringing with them a sharp pang of sorrow.

Quentin stood up, dusting the dirt from his knees. "Who are you looking for? What's your plan?"

Maja pulled out a photo of Lillian.

"Have you seen her on Outer Island?"

Quentin's pupils contracted sharply. "My teacher brought her here once. I've seen her, but she's gone too."

Maja's hand trembled, and the photo nearly slipped from her grasp.

Quentin's tone was flat, "My teacher saved her, but she couldn't bring her back. Just like we did just now, we found a place for her to be laid to rest."

"That's impossible!"

"I can take you there. I was young, but I remember. It's just beyond the garden."

He went inside to fetch a flashlight and another shovel.

Was Lillian truly gone?

Suddenly, a sharp pain in her stomach caused her to vomit, and then everything went black.

"Maja!" Quentin shouted, rushing to her side and carrying her back to the garden.

The children had gathered around, their innocent faces filled with curiosity and concern.

One of them, with a naive tone, asked Quentin, "Can we eat her now?"

"Quentin, when do we start? She looks like she's carrying a baby."

Their angelic features belied the chilling words they spoke.

Quentin intercepted the knife one of them had picked up.

"We can't eat her."

"Why not, Quentin?" they whined, their expressions pitiful yet unnerving.