Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As dusk settled in, a courier delivered a letter to Maja's doorstep, a letter that mentioned the human experiments that had befallen

Sarah.

Maja, who had been the picture of calm, becutterly disheveled after reading the contents. She poured over each word,

starting to doubt her own grasp of the language. So, it wasn't just Patrick who was part of a successful experiment, but Sarah as

well?

Lillian's memories resided within Sarah's body, and now those memories were awakening? No wonder she always felt Sarah's gaze

upon her was fraught with complexity, as if there were a torrent of words waiting to burst forth, yet suppressed.

She rubbed her temples, suddenly recalling Lillian's body, laid to rest in the catacombs beneath Forbidden Island, now sealed away

forever, along with her.

Lillian was the one Maja had been searching for all these years, and to receive such news so abruptly left her unable to find her

composure.

She tried to call Sarah, but the phone just rang unanswered. Unable to wait even a second, Maja reached out to Beck.

Beck had never set foot inside the research base and was clueless about what lan and others had encountered there. He only knew

Sarah's brilliance, her creation of an antidote for his father, and her constant presence by his father's

lan's incident, Sarah had traveled all

enveloped Beck as he read the

didn't know when their real mother had been swapped over. The

a polite distance during her years among the Sanders family, never once having a heart-to-heart

sons.

to Forbidden Island and the encounter with the real Cynthia later

Cynthia's death, this revelation had sprung up. No wonder Sarah had kept this

by her identity

of such experiments, the reason why human experimentation was banned

fundamental human rights.

didn't know what to say and rubbed his temples in

the other hand, seemed relatively composed; he had suspected something off about Sarah during his tat

base. Her subsequent care for the Sanders family had raised his suspicions, and now that they were

to

then she likely bore no malice towards Maja;

develop

something have happened

doing, what's in it for

man who never played by the book; with the fake lan

him.

couch, Maja mulled over it, her head a bit aching. Meanwhile, Fitch

cemetery.