Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1519

Beck trailed a few paces behind Maja, taking the opportunity to fill Dylan in on the news that Cynthia, the woman imprisoned on the island, was still alive. Dylan's expression was a mix of surprise and concern as he rasped a warning.

"Keep a close eye on her."

By 'her', he meant Maja.

"Don't worry, Dylan," Beck reassured, waving him off before hastening to catch up with Maja.

The man standing beside Dylan crossed his arms, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Is she really your sister?"

The awkward tension between the two was far from familial.

Dylan let out a sigh, considering his own checkered past. The fact that she wasn't cursing him out was a stroke of luck in itself.

"The Olsons really don't care about what’s on that island?"

The man beside him was Abner, who had also caught wind of the secrets buried on the island through his collaboration with the Sanders.

His eyes narrowed, a shadow passing over them.

"I'm not as ambitious."

"But you've got people to protect, haven't you? You've seen the laboratories on that island. No one knows what they're researching, or when something might hit someone you care about. The Olsons have a stake in Windhelm and across North America. Those looking to bring you down will naturally target your loved ones. My father was powerful, and now he's bedridden. Who knows who the next victim of this poison will be?"

Forbidden Island had caused such a stir because it harbored international contraband pills. With ongoing research, the fear was palpable: had those illegal substances leaked out?

Everyone was on edge, desperate to uncover the island's sinister truths.

Abner seemed persuaded by this argument, leaning back casually against the wall.

"The Olsons will continue to provide firepower support, but I'm not joining your little adventure."

That was all Dylan needed.

Beck stood beside her, taking a deep breath and nearly retching.

"The stench of death is everywhere. The day after you left, international teams arrived in droves to deal with the bodies, stacking them as high as a house. Whoever set off those bombs, it was ruthless."

The island's natives were nothing but livestock, bred by powerful families, never knowing the outside world. They dreamed of changing their destiny but remained a joke to their last.

Beck pulled out a sanitizing wipe, took Maja's hand, and began cleaning her fingers.

"If you're not feeling up to it, we can head back right now."

"Beck, I need to say something to my mother."

Knowing Maja's stubbornness, Beck conceded.

When they reached the underground chamber, they found the woman sitting quietly on the bed.

Her world had always been silent, devoid of sound unless that man spoke.