Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1318

Tyler paid no attention to her, slamming his foot down on the accelerator.

Chaos. Everything was in chaos.

Ian had left the country, and Fitch was dead.

It was as if an invisible force loomed overhead, manipulating the fate of Greenfield.

After driving a few miles, Tyler hit the brakes hard.

He frowned, pulled out his cell, and dialed Ian's number.

"Ian, it came back to me. Fitch said he'd be all in on that task you gave him. Before he headed out to Crystalbrook Valley, he was digging through hospital archives."

Ian stood by a window, gazing into the distance, mindful of the time difference.

"Tyler, hold off on any moves. I've got my people on it," Ian said.

"How can I just sit here? Do you have any idea how freaked out I am? I'm scared Phelps or I could be next, and we still don't know who the enemy is. Ian, it doesn't feel real that Fitch is gone. He shouldn't have died like this."

Ian took a deep breath. "I'll be flying back soon."

"Have you lost your mind?"

Tyler roared, then lowered his voice.

"Things are a mess here in Greenfield, especially since you left. Bernard's been out cold, hasn't woken up yet. Without someone to cover you up top, even your father is talking about cutting you off from the Raymond clan. If it weren't for the shares you hold, you'd be out on your ear already. The Raymonds are all worried about Eric, thinking you're envious, that you can't stand him alive and well, so you decided to take him out. People working in this industry have bought into this story, too. After all, you were aggressively taking over the Morris holdings, leaving no room for your kin. They think you're capable of anything."

Tyler pulled out a smoke but remembering the charred corpse he had seen, felt a pang in his heart.

"Ian, don't come back yet. The Haskins are on this too, and so are the authorities. Flying back into this storm is like walking into the line of fire. Finish what you've got going on first."

After hanging up, Tyler's gaze was dark as he stared ahead.

He rarely visited the Bennitts these years, and since they stayed out of such affairs, they couldn't be much help with this investigation.

Rubbing his temples, he drove back to the hospital.