Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1670

Queena didn't utter a word, her attention fixed on the medicine simmering in the pot.

Fabian's pride was wounded, and in a fit of embarrassed rage, he slapped the table.

"What's the deal here?"

Seeing Queena remain silent, he made a move towards the room where Ian was resting.

"Fine, if you won't talk to me, I'll talk to the guy inside. And if he doesn't want to speak up, I'll toss him into the well outside!"

Fabian was used to throwing his weight around at home. His wife had been driven away by his temper, and if it hadn't been for the school scholarship that Queena received, she might have never escaped a lifetime of being on the receiving end of his fists.

Queena never cared about her father, but Fabian still saw her as the meek and compliant daughter she’d been in her youth.

He headed towards Ian's room, but as he reached the door, someone smashed a chair down on his back.

He shook violently and toppled to the floor.

Fabian's body trembled, his eyes filled with disbelief, but he couldn't get the words out.

Queena pulled out a needle and thrust it into his brain, ending Fabian's life in an instant.

She returned to the stove to continue brewing her medicine, and after bringing it to Ian, she went out to inform the villagers.

Fabian had a decent reputation in the village; though he was an abusive husband, he was also known to stand up for his neighbors.

And, like many men who were tyrants at home, Fabian was obsessed his dignity.

A few of Fabian's close friends began to arrive to help prepare for the funeral and to console Queena.

"Queena, you holding up okay? My condolences."

Standing off to the side, Queena sighed, her voice breaking, "I never expected he'd fall off the roof."

According to her, Fabian had been trying to fix a few broken tiles on the roof when he fell to his death.

Now the village was dependent on Queena for medical care. With her mother gone and her father dead shortly after she came home, everyone was filled with pity for her.

The community pitched in with vegetables and pork to prepare a feast at the Temple residence.

Neighbors gathered to help—some washed the veggies, others chopped them, and a few took on cooking duties.