Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1613

Ian had returned to the core research lab, the very vial he'd taken now back in its rightful place.

Upon seeing 00 there, Ian knew Summer's days were numbered. And, sure enough, news about Summer came half an hour later; some said his room was ablaze, and he hadn't made it out alive.

Ian immediately sought out Sarah, asking her if she was satisfied with this outcome.

"Before the flames consumed him, someone took his sight; he probably had to wait, helplessly, as the fire encircled him. Doctor, let's discuss our escape plan."

He'd been inside for too long, and Maja was waiting outside; she must be utter worried. It was time to destroy the research base and clear his name in Windhelm.

Sarah, eyes scanning a collection of reagents, was about to speak when the ground gave a sudden shudder.

"Did you feel the group moved just now?"

Ian hadn't noticed a thing. Frowned, Sarah’s tone grew somber, "This base has been here for years. I used to dream of an earthquake that would bring it all down."

But if an earthquake really were to hit, most here wouldn't survive. That tremor had unsettled her; she had always been sensitive to such shifts.

"Doctor, are you worried about an earthquake?"

"Mm-hmm, but this base has stood firm for over a century without one. Ian, you mentioned you have as many people as we could imagine on the outside, right? The moment we leave, they need to be ready to cover us. Otherwise, escaping alive will be nearly impossible - we'd be sitting ducks."

Besides, if Sarah herself disappeared, the base would spare no resource to capture them.

Only today had Sarah fully awakened to the reality of her situation. Before, she'd merely felt a need to leave, hence her various preparations. But she hadn't understood why. Now she knew - she had to find her daughter.

Yet, her identity remained elusive, the most crucial piece of her past stubbornly out of reach. Aside from the “Holy Daughter” in the organization, she couldn't recall the so-called Sanders family, not even her two sons.

"I've got this back-up thing covered. What's crucial now is figuring out how to get out."

So, Philip was the youngest chairman, and it had passed the executives’ resolution. His badge now was already pinned to his chest.

Looking at Philip's photo, Ian felt a surreal sense of disconnection - as if everything that had happened in Greenfield was but a dream. They used to be friends, and now he couldn't recognize the man before him.

Sarah opened Philip's file, which held little of interest for the content wasn’t displayed at length; she already knew everything she needed to about him.

As she stared at his face, fragmented images flashed through her mind, her expression growing ever grimmer.

"I knew him before; his ambition is huge. With him as a chairman, we'll face trouble. He's cunning, not as easily fooled as the others. His badge - it's right there on his chest."

"What if we kill him?"

Ian's question hung in the air as Sarah looked up to meet his gaze.