Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1610

Ian reluctantly agreed, but he still harbored doubts.

"Why hasn't Windhelm let any of those folks he's successively sent over help you out?"

Sarah chuckled softly, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes, "It's not that I haven't considered it. But how many people in this world have a gift for medicine like Eric? Sure, Windhelm sends over the cream of the crop, but take a look around the lab. Everyone here is top-notch. They were all geniuses in their own right, but in this place, they're just grunts, toiling away. The ones who make a name for themselves here? They're a genius among geniuses. Over the years, not just Windhelm, but other countries have sent people too. And not a single soul has left alive."

She had been waiting, waiting for another partner to show up. But so far, everyone had perished in the experiments.

Eric had made it out alive, but back then there were only three pills, just enough for one person to escape. She had told him, though, that if anything were to happen, he could find her on a place called Forbidden Island.

Summer must have hidden her body there. She didn't know what that body had been through, but if its memories hadn't been completely destroyed, maybe it could help him.

After all, the jellyfish seal was still out there, and she reckoned the BK organization must still be leaderless. Though Summer was the mastermind behind Forbidden Island, he was far too cocky for his own good.

Sarah rubbed her temples, "We better hurry up. The commotion you stirred up today has already spooked the herd."

Ian nodded, promptly picking up the medication from the table and heading to the central hall. After he left, Sarah took the cigarette from her lips and studied it. When she had picked up the smoking habit, she didn't recall.

For years, something in her mind just wouldn't click, until she overheard Philip's conversation. It was as if she'd been injected with new vigor.

She finally understood what she had lost and what she needed to find. It was her daughter, whom she had desperately wanted to protect. Even if she had become something neither human nor ghost, she had to leave this place alive, even if it was just for one glance.

She was no longer the girl from her memories, and she was sure that even face to face, her daughter wouldn't recognize her. And that body, long locked away, was probably nearing the end of its life.

Sarah looked up at the ceiling and lit another cigarette. The yearning to see her kin was so intense, as if it threatened to burst from deep within her throat.

She smoked seven or eight cigarettes in a row before she could calm herself down.