Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1870

Two months later, the doctor declared the child out of danger but noted that he was naturally frail and would require special attention in his diet, clothing, and general care.

Fitch, a tall figure in a sharp black suit, felt the fragility of life cradled in his arms. The child was so small, so delicate, that he dared not move a muscle as he locked eyes with his son. The boy had large eyes and long lashes, nearly a spitting image of Fitch as a child.

The doctor, upon seeing Fitch, couldn't help but offer advice. "Mr. Haskins, we don't currently have a specialized cream for those scars on your back, but if you wish, I can have someone look into it for you."

"No need," Fitch replied, his tone flat but his eyes soft with affection as he held the child. Seeing his resolve, the doctor nodded and watched him leave the hospital.

As Fitch reached the hospital's main entrance, he saw Maja waiting. Over these two months, Ian had become too accustomed to hospital visits, and Maja had easily deduced that something had happened to Zoey.

Now, as she saw Fitch emerge with the child, her long wait erupted into action. She raised her hand and slapped him. Fitch remained silent, didn't retaliate, just turned his head to look at the child. The boy, seeing his father struck, let out a small laugh, oblivious to the situation, probably thinking Fitch was playing a game.

Maja, too upset to speak, her eyes swollen, couldn't believe Zoey was gone. How could it be? But then, she felt a wave of helplessness wash over her. What use was it to blame Fitch now? Zoey's child had survived and needed Fitch's care.

Ian, standing beside her, quickly intervened, coaxing her gently. "Maja, let it be. The kid's still in his arms. Be careful not to frighten him."

Maja bit her lip and fell silent as she watched Fitch secure the child in the car. The vehicle soon departed from the hospital, heading towards Fitch's residence.

Ian watched the scene, feeling a surreal sense of disbelief. Everyone knew Fitch hadn't loved Zoey; otherwise, he wouldn't have let her end up in jail. But then there was his wild desperation during the wildfire—if there was no love, how could he have lost his mind? If he didn't care, why would he be so concerned about this child?

Fitch had always been the most composed among them; perhaps even he wasn't clear about love or the lack of it. By the time he figured it out, it was all too late.

Ian gently ushered Maja into the car. As she thought of Zoey, her eyes reddened once more. Zoey's life seemed to have been anything but easy. A cheating ex-boyfriend, a mother who constantly calculated and shamed her, and a man she loved who had hurt her deeply.

What had Zoey thought in her final moments, and what were her thoughts as she asked for her child to be brought to safety? If she loved Fitch, she did so with all her heart. But if that love faded, what then?

Maja couldn't imagine. She despised Fitch, but she would have to see him again for the child's sake. Continuing this stiff relationship would only bring discomfort to everyone.

Leaning back, she gazed out at the fleeting blue sky and asked hoarsely, "Is Zoey really gone?" For someone who tried so hard to live, why couldn't fate be a bit kinder?

"Ian, have you spoken to Rachel?"

"I have. Rachel felt for Zoey's plight and had arranged for her to be taken care of during her pregnancy after finding out. The appearance of those desperados caught everyone by surprise. Rachel had been undercover during the incident; I've checked all the communication logs, and there's no issue. Plus, the person who carried the child out said Zoey was trapped under a pillar and couldn't be saved. Maja, don't dwell on it anymore."

The more one ponders on a hopeless matter, the more painful it becomes. Maja's eyes welled up with tears once again.