Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1726

Could cousins have gone this far, or was he just out of touch, clueless about what the youth of today were thinking?

"Alright then, no worries, Ms. Miller. I guess I can head back now."

Carol thanked her again, feeling a weight lift from her chest.

She shot Felix a text, just a smug emoji. Felix didn't reply. She figured he was probably tied up for Listina was just out of surgery and all.

Little did she know, Felix was at the cemetery, paying his respects to Listina's late parents and to his own. He saw Carol's message, of course, but couldn't be bothered to respond.

All seemed to be wrapping up nicely, or so it should have been. But then Nathan dropped a text bomb on him.

[Carol's so into you now, you could probably ask for the Miller family fortune and she wouldn't blink. I mean, if it wasn't for her dad's cutthroat takeover of the Geo family's company, you and Listina wouldn't have had it so rough. And when the company tanked, it crushed your mom, right? Are you really just gonna swindle her out of measly few hundred grand? Sometimes I think you're cold-hearted; other times, I figure you've got principles.]

Felix mulled over that text, unaware that his relationship with Carol was no longer a secret to Abner.

On his way back from the cemetery, Abner's assistant intercepted him and brought him to a coffee shop right under the towering Miller Group building, where Abner awaited.

He'd seen Abner once from a distance when he was a kid; the man was the talk of the town, triumphant in the business world. The media flocked to him, yet Felix's mother lay broken at his feet.

He'd hated that face back then. Now, facing Abner again, Felix was the picture of composure.

Abner sat across from him, his assistant standing by, and slid a check across the table, much like a scene out of a cliché drama.

Abner didn't care about Felix's background or motives; if money could fix things, there was no need for further discussion.

"How much to walk away from Carol?"

Felix stared at the check lying on the cold tabletop, speechless.