Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 1044

Maja felt a throbbing headache as if all the events had clustered together recently, leaving her overwhelmed.

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“Where are the security guards on the ground floor? Have them team up with the police to secure all the entrances; we can’t let these fans disturb the staff.” “We’ve informed the security. They’re holding the fort for now. But the fans are too wild. If Wilma herself doesn’t show up, I doubt anyone’s getting home tonight.”

Maja wished Wilma could show up, too, but she was currently in critical care. Though the doctors assured them it wasn’t life–threatening, the injury to her head needed extra attention.

The trio alternated between standing and sitting, each engulfed in anxiety.

Maja walked over to the small balcony, taking a glance at the scene below.

Frenzied fans besieged the ground floor, all here to see Wilma. Some, having heard rumors of her death, were breaking down in tears outside the hospital. Sometimes, a celebrity was someone’s faith.

Maja massaged her forehead, contacting the hospital director to seal off the building, allowing only genuine patients to enter.

Having arranged it all, she felt on the verge of collapse.

She glanced at Elvis, who was quietly sitting on a chair and patted his shoulder.

Elvis looked up at her, managing a wry smile.

“Apologies, the company will take artist safety more seriously next time.”

“Mr. Pennyfeather, it’s not the company’s fault. That hater was randomly chosen to interact with Wilma, and nobody expected this to happen.”

eyes, “She’s always been resilient. She’ll

combined with Wilma’s ordeal, a sting of pain

not for those around her. Each had experienced hardships to

later, Wilma was finally moved out of the

quickly surrounded her as the doctor

to

had company; Mr. Pennyfeather, Elvis, and Zoey were there. But the effects of anesthesia hadn’t worn off yet, leaving her unable

causing everyone to

into her room, the

in relief, sinking into a

relaxed while Zoey kept glancing

in the evening. Wasn’t Mr. Pennyfeather supposed to

Zoey didn’t

an hour later, Wilma slowly came around. Her eyes, red–rimmed, stared at the ceiling

are you

“Wilma.”

her gaze, recalling the moment she was pushed off the stage. She thought

just about to taste success, and this

to win Elvis over, and she had promised

“Wilma?”

her hand,

in Wilma’s eyes,

tightly, not

Elvis would have gently pried her hand away, considering