Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1646

The doctor arrived swiftly, pumping her stomach, prescribing medications, hooking her up to an IV, and asking someone to heat up a bowl of plain oatmeal.

"Mr. Haskins, her stomach condition is quite severe," the doctor warned in a clinical yet concerned tone. "For the next few months, she should steer clear of anything spicy. For one month, she’d better only take in oatmeal, nothing rich or heavy."

Fitch wasn't sure whether he took in the doctor's words, his gaze lingering on Zoey's slender wrist.

When had her wrists gotten so thin that the veins stood out stark against her pale skin?

"Got it."

His response was tinged with impatience.

No sooner had the doctor left than his phone blared to life; it was a call from his mother, Sharon.

"Where are they?! Where the hell are they?! I want them locked up for good!"

Sharon's fury was palpable. She had always doted on Mia, her daughter, and now, knowing she was in trouble, she'd gladly tear Zoey's family apart.

She'd been caring for Mia all day. Mia hadn't been causing a fuss, but nightmares plagued her, waking her up, claiming that she was ruined.

Sharon was ready to rip Zoey's family limb from limb.

"Fitch, what about those two? Don't hand them over to the cops. I want them to suffer."

"My guys are on it."

Sharon breathed a sigh of relief, her teeth nearly grinding to dust. "And Zoey? Mia said she was behind it all. Where is she?"

The Bennitts' incident had Zoey's fingerprints all over it, and now she was involved again.

Sharon would never let this woman off the hook!

Fitch's eyes drifted to Zoey, who was still unconscious at his side.

Thinking of what Mia had gone through, he gently pushed Zoey away.

"Mom, I'll look into it."

"No need to look further, Mia heard those two talking! Hand Zoey over to me, or to Mia."

Fitch remained silent, and Sharon's tone softened a bit.

"Mia's a mess. She trusts you the most. I've sent her over; let her stay with you for a while. She's scared out of her wits, and I believe only you can protect her."

As Sharon's voice faded, the doorbell echoed through the hall.

Before Fitch could reply, the maid had already opened the door.

Oblivious to Mia's ordeal, the maid found tonight's Mia unusually morose.

Clad in a thick coat with a hat pulled down over her swollen eyes, Mia switched shoes at the door and called out hoarsely, "Fitch."

Her gaze fell on Zoey, who was leaning against Fitch.

Mia froze, then she charged like a madwoman.

"Bitch! Fitch, why is this bitch in our house?! I'll kill her! I'll kill her!"