Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1763

Three days into Ian's mysterious coma, Dylan rolled into the quaint town of Greenfield, with a special delivery: Patric, cuffed and looking like he'd been through the wringer, was dragged into the heart of Greenfield Gardens.

The sight of Patric in such a state was a solemn reminder of the power play at hand. He was sporting a scruffy beard and hiding behind a pair of glasses, a sharp contrast to his former self. Maja, unable to bring herself to call Dylan "big brother," simply nodded in acknowledgment of his presence.

Patric's eyes held a flicker of something indefinable when he caught Maja's gaze, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared. He stayed sullenly silent, a storm brewing in his silence.

Beck, who was never one to mince words, smacked him on the back of the head. "Quit sulking, man. After all that running and hiding, here you are, caught like a rat in a trap."

It was a joint effort between Dylan and some hard characters from the local fight club that had cornered Patric. He was seething, and not even Maja's questions about Eric's fate or Patric's future plans could pierce his resolve.

Before matters could progress, the doorbell rang, slicing through the tension. Dr. Sarah and Bernard, accompanied by a line of uniformed officers, stood at the threshold. Maja's eyes sparkled with a glint of intrigue as she took them in.

Dr. Sarah's gaze lingered on Patric for a quick moment before she gracefully shifted her attention. Bernard, meanwhile, exuded a calm authority as he stepped forward.

"I'm here to take Patric into custody. Ian had made a promise to return him unharmed," Bernard declared with the ease of someone used to getting his way.

Maja bit her tongue; Bernard wasn't someone she could easily challenge. However, his next words sent a shiver down her spine.

"Additionally, we've contracted Dr. Sarah's services. I understand Ian's predicament, and if you trust me, I can provide Dr. Sarah with state-of-the-art facilities to develop a potential antidote. The kind of equipment she needs can only be obtained through government channels."

Maja's fingers twitched subtly. She looked up at Bernard, his smile as reassuring as a benevolent patriarch's.

"I have every faith in your intentions," Maja said with a thin smile. "But wasn't Dr. Sarah scheduled to return to North America? What's changed her mind so abruptly?"