Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 684

Maja didn't want to say another word. Whatever Feynman and Jean wanted to regret or resent, that was their business.

Jean's uncontrollable sobbing echoed from behind her. But Erlinda was already gone, and crying wouldn't change that.

Jean helped Feynman into the house, and they both looked like they had aged years in just a few moments.

She splashed some cold water on Feynman's face to help him sober up.

For the first time ever, they were silent, with no words spoken between them.

The next day, they seemed to have regained a little energy, but they were still shell-shocked by the events of the previous day.

"That Penny might just be blowing smoke."

"Erlinda always treated us with respect."

Their conversations were flat and no one wanted to take the blame for their daughter's death.

Until Nolan called saying none of the three scripts were selected.

"I know you're hurting, but I'm sorry about this."

Feynman's grip on the phone tightened. Remembering the tape he had heard, he wished he could tear Nolan apart!

But this was Nolan, they couldn't fight Nolan.

And the tape couldn't be made public, or Erlinda's death would become a huge scandal.

Now Feynman had made this whole situation public, and with the truth added in, many would probably say Erlinda was the seducer.

Society was harsh on women.

Erlinda was already gone, the couple didn't want her to be talked about like that. They just wanted her to rest in peace.

Thinking of their daughter buying birth control pills alone, they were filled with regret.

It was all this shameless man!

This rotten teacher!

"Professor Smith, since Erlinda's scripts weren't chosen, give them back to us."

Now that he had the scripts, Nolan didn't want to waste any more time with this foolish couple.

"The investors took the scripts; they get many every day and it's hard to find them. I'll return them when I find them."

These were just excuses; he was just brushing them off.

Jean finally lost her temper and started yelling.

"You beast! I'll take you down with me."

But Feynman had already hung up the phone before she lost her cool.

Jean looked at her helpless husband, her heart filled with sorrow.

Meanwhile, Maja had made several backups of the scripts and applied for copyrights.

She found out that all three scripts were sold to Funfly for nearly ten million.