Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1767

Maja finally succumbed to pouring a glass of water, considering Patric's hands were bound behind his back, rendering him incapable of holding the cup himself.

She pressed the rim of the glass to his lips, feeding him personally. This seemed to make him somewhat uncomfortable as he turned his head away, "Get a man to do this."

Undeterred, Maja forced the glass between his lips, and water gurgled down his throat until Patric was coughing violently, nearly hacking up a tear.

After he'd gulped down more than half the glass, Maja set it aside and asked with a nonchalant tone, "Still thirsty?"

Patric continued to cough, his lips pressed into a cold, thin line. Seeing that he remained silent, Maja returned to her seat.

She had already laid out her theories, having been an outsider to the inner circle's situation, which allowed her to analyze everything objectively.

However, Fitch and the others had known Bernard since childhood, and Ian had practically been raised under Bernard's watchful eye. It was hard for them to suspect someone so close.

But Maja chose that moment to drop a bombshell, "Isn't Phelps a living example? You've known him for years, yet what was the truth?"

Fitch cast his gaze downward, hiding the turmoil in his eyes.

"I'll cooperate. What's the plan from here?"

"Number 8 and this girl," Maja gestured toward the girl who had been using Dylan's shoulder as a pillow, her name still unknown to them.

"Both of them are remarkably skilled. Among the best in the world. After I hand over Ian and Patric tomorrow, they'll follow surreptitiously. If Bernard makes a move, they'll know. They can relay information back to us."

"Also, Fitch, leak the news about Queena's swap. Implicate Bernard's rivals, make them suspect him. It'll keep him busy in the public eye, which give us a better opportunity to make our move." Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

"Dylan, this girl only listens to you. You'll need to command her from outside. Nana, your brother's the same. You and Dylan might need to be on call with them, directing their every move."

Beck waited impatiently for his assignment, yet it had still not come. He finally cleared his throat and pointed to himself with a finger.

Maja glanced at him, "Beck, I need you to find someone Bernard cares about - his wife or other relatives - someone to hold leverage over him."

Before she could finish, Fitch interjected.

"Bernard's wife passed away a long time ago, and they were deeply in love. He went gray overnight because of it, and he's been dyeing his hair ever since. He cherished her deeply. If his son truly died before reaching the research base, what Bernard might want to resurrect could be more than just his son."

Now Fitch's theory was also bold, and it was the only one that seemed to connect all dots. Maja's eyes narrowed. In that case, Bernard would need two bodies - one for his son's memories and one for his wife's.

If he intended to use Ian as one of the vessels, then who would be the female counterpart? This was a puzzle Maja couldn't solve yet, but so far, all they could do were those things.

They had to start by uncovering clues to gradually reveal Bernard's true intentions. She turned to the girl by Dylan and the silent Number 8, her voice filled with sincerity, "Ian's life is in your hands now."

Number 8 looked up, his eyes flashing with a mix of determination and anxiety as he swallowed hard, "No problem."

The girl tugged at Dylan's sleeve, hesitated for a few seconds, and then eked out a word, "Okay."

Maja had no choice but to make this choice. If these two "creatures" couldn't protect Ian, the game was lost. She had to trust them.

The brief meeting adjourned, and Maja ascended to the second floor, entering her bedroom.

Ian was still unconscious, showing no signs of waking. Maja took his hand and let out a soft sigh.