Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 977

Maja's eyes were still blurred from sleep, and she was slow to comprehend what she was hearing. It took her a moment to remember she was calling Ian, and the voice pouring through the speaker belonged to the princess of the Sanders family.

Maja had been in a stupor for the past few days, sustained only by intravenous nutrition, and she felt weak.

On the other end of the line, the princess of the Sanders family continued speaking.

"Don't call here again."

This time, her voice was colder, even deliberately subdued.

"Otherwise, I'll make your life a living hell."

After Judith hung up, she quickly deleted the call log from the phone, then exited the private room and stepped outside.

Ian was already propped up in the car, resting.

The car's interior was dimly lit. Ian's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared out at the road ahead. Half of his face was obscured by darkness; his unclear expression seemed somewhat sharp, but no one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Judith passed his phone to him through the car window, her eyes sparkling.

"Ian, you left your phone in the room. I brought it out to you."

Ian ignored her, which didn't discourage Judith. She just leaned a little closer to the car window.

"I'll leave it here for you. Get a good night's sleep, bye."

She waved cheerfully, reminding Jeff to drive carefully before standing in place, watching the car disappear into the distance with a reluctant gaze.

Once the car was out of sight, the smile on her face slowly faded.

She returned to her own car, where Beck was sitting.

Beck was staring out the window, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"You shouldn't have come here tonight."

"Beck, it's precisely because I came that the whole circle is filled with rumors about me and Ian. Who still remembers Maja? My background and my love for Ian all overshadow her. If she ever has anything with Ian, everyone will just see her as Cinderella, thinking Ian has poor taste."

She lowered her lashes, her eyes revealing an indistinguishable emotion.

"And I won't give them any chance to rekindle."

Beck didn't say anything. He didn't understand his sister that well, and he just knew she was spoiled, always believing that everything good in the world should belong to her and that others could only pick up her leftovers.

"Beck, you can't help her."