Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1643

Mia had never felt such a profound sense of despair; Even when she was terrified by Maja's antics, what she felt was just fear. But now, she was engulfed in hopelessness.

She longed to return to the Haskins household, and to her brother's protective embrace.

It was all Zoey's fault. It was because of Zoey that she had fallen prey to this vile man.

The car kept driving, and Mia, in a daze, stared at the headliner, while the greasy man beside her continued his repulsive advances. She wanted to cry, but her tears had long since dried up.

Across town, Zoey stared at the disconnected call.

She didn't look at Fitch's face, knowing it would be a grim sight.

She stood up, making an attempt to leave, only to hear his voice halt her escape, "Did I say you could leave?"

He was always domineering, never wasting words on her.

Zoey's steps froze; the flick of a lighter resonated before the scent of tobacco filled the room.

"Until Mia comes back, you're staying right here."

He stood up, grabbing a tie and his suit jacket, signaling for his men to come in.

As he approached a staircase, his impatience was evident.

"Prepare a room for her and expedite the search. Bring Mia back within the day."

"Yes, sir."

Zoey was escorted into a room on either side.

Fitch's room was upstairs, but her new quarters, clearly a nanny's room, was downstairs. It was modest at about 500 square feet, yet it boasted a private bathroom—a luxury compared to most places she had slept in before.

Zoey sat on the bed, leaning against the wall, and silently prayed for Mia's safety. If anything happened to her, Fitch would surely blame Zoey.

Blame her for being Belinda's daughter.

Blame her for not answering Mia's desperate calls.

Zoey's mind was a mess. Instead of lying down, she remained propped against the wall, trying to rest.

Fitch's men were efficient. By early next morning, they caught up with Belinda's vehicle.

Because neither Belinda nor her man had much education, they thought they could outrun their pursuers, but their ordinary car was no match for a sports car driven by a pro.

Belinda was confused until she was kicked out of her car, she'd been caught.

He panted heavily, then burst into laughter.

"I've had Ms. Haskins. Even if I die, it's worth it, haha. Mia, right? You'll never forget the memories I gave you, hahaha."

Mia's face turned ashen, her hands instinctively covering her head as she began to scream.

The guards, having no other choice, took Belinda and the old man into custody and reported the situation back to Fitch.

It was only six in the morning, and Fitch was at home having breakfast and sipping coffee.

The guard's voice was hesitant and cautious.

"Mr. Haskins, the situation is just like this; Miss Mia is in a terrible state."

Before he could finish, there was the sound of a cup being crushed.

Fitch's face darkened like a foreboding storm, with blood trickling down his palm.

Ignoring the wound, he demanded in an icy voice, "Repeat that. What happened to Mia?"

Feeling an immense weight upon him, the guard was barely able to speak under the pressure.