Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1748

Maja didn't waste any time. The very next day, she hailed a cab and headed over to the area near Shirley's college to snoop around.

Meanwhile, Ian received a call from Bernard.

Bernard had helped him out before, enabling Ian to whisk Patric away from Greenfield safely. At that time, Ian had promised Bernard that he would get his hands on the research facility's data, especially since Bernard's own son had died there. The higher-ups were taking a serious interest in the facility.

Part of the research facility's data had now made its way to the top brass, and it was time for Ian to be recognized for his efforts.

Bernard was on the line now, asking about Patric.

Ian had been responsible for Patric's removal, so it was his duty to bring him back in one piece. But Patric had vanished, and no one knew his whereabouts.

"Bernard, this is on me. My team is on it," Ian admitted his mistake.

Bernard's tone was gentle, "Our people are looking too. I heard from Fitch you've been under the weather?"

"Just a bit off, nothing serious."

"Alright, take care of yourself."

Bernard hung up, deep in thought.

He turned to a colleague, "Any leads?"

"We're close. We've tracked down his last known location."

Bernard's lips curled into a faint smile, "Good, keep searching."

Somewhere on the planet.

Both of Phil's arms were wrapped in bandages as he picked up a bowl of porridge, intending to feed Philip.

Philip turned his head slightly, one eye covered by a black patch. That eye was lost.

The earthquake at the research facility had cost him an eye. In the chaos, his instinct was to protect Phil, who had only suffered minor injuries.

Phil felt terribly guilty. If only he hadn't gone after that bug.

"Philip, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"What's the use in saying that? You're not the one who's blind."

Philip snatched the bowl from Phil's hands and finished the porridge.

Phil pursed his lips, picked up a stick from the ground, and poised it towards his own eye.

"I can blind myself."

Philip grabbed his hand, his gaze intense.

Phil was a bit afraid, unsure whether to proceed.

Philip was a perfectionist who took pleasure in manipulating others.