Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 910

Over in the next room, a few folks were gathered around lan’s bed.

There were Tyler, Fitch, and Phelps. Most of the Raymond clan were long gone. Only a handful really cared about him.

It’s been over half a month since lan’s bet against the EcoTraverse Group. With just over a month left, his current illness had people putting their money on his loss. By the time lan’s out of this hospital, he might not be the big boss of the Raymond Corporation anymore.

Phelps, who was all scrubbed up for another surgery, glanced at the other two guys. “lan might be out cold for a few days. You don’t need to stick around.”

They all knew lan was dancing with the Grim Reaper this time. And they knew he did it for Maja. He went to save her when she got herself kidnapped.

Tyler wanted a smoke, but Phelps‘ glare stopped him. “No smoking in the hospital.”

Tyler pulled a face, a bitter smile on his lips. “Guess I’ll step out for one then.”

Fitch alone. Then Darlene showed up, all teary after hearing the news. Seeing lan lying up like that, she couldn’t help but cry. “Mr. Raymond, you

wall, raised an eyebrow at her words. He took a look at Darlene. But he couldn’t care less about lan’s love life. He was just surprised. Was the

was known for

was cold, heavy. His chill was bone–deep. Ian’s coldness only

seeing Fitch ignoring her, let out a sigh of

Raymond, you have to wake up soon. My child and I can’t lose

marry Darlene. It had been over half a month, but once he woke up, he’d probably be with Darlene soon. Maja didn’t know what he saw

her hand from the doorknob, limping away when she bumped into Tyler. He had just finished

had always been on good terms with Tyler, so she couldn’t figure out where she might have gone wrong. But Tyler’s voice was still gentle, clearly not planning to expose anything. Maja decided

doorknob.

both could hear Darlene, and

his smile. “No need.”

her smile was stiff. She turned to leave, leaning against the wall, intending to return to her own room.

you don’t even have the guts