Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1749

"No need to know who I am, what matters is I can help you."

The man looked at Philip's blind eye, a crushing blow for someone as proud as him.

"What do you say, coming with me?"

Suspicion still clouded Philip's eyes as his brother, Phil, clutched his hand, "Philip, I really dream of escaping to a small island to live out our days."

But his hand was roughly shaken off; their dreams were not aligned.

Phil yearned to gaze at the sky, to collect fallen leaves, to truly savor the world.

Philip, on the other hand, sought to dominate it.

Now destitute, Ian and Maja had found their happy ending; even Cynthia had met a peaceful close.

Why not him?

He was determined to be the stone that shattered their tranquility.

He stared coldly at the man, a smirk playing on his lips, "You better not be lying to me."

"Wouldn't dare. After all, Ian's on my hit list too."

The man bore such a striking resemblance to Ian, it was apparent he had undergone surgery for that very purpose. His motives were yet unclear.

Philip didn't care to delve deeper. The enemy of his enemy was his friend.

He stepped forward to join the man when he heard footsteps behind him; Phil had decided to follow.

"Why are you following me? Didn't you want to find some island paradise?"

Phil had only one family member left in this world: Philip. If something happened to Philip, Phil's life would lose its meaning. But Philip's ambitions were too vast.

"I'll come with you. I've given up on the island."

Philip's temper flared at Phil's meekness.

"Are you a puppet? A robot? Can't you think for yourself?"

Phil was cowed into silence, standing still and quiet.

Philip saw this and his anger intensified.

Without another word to Phil, he glanced at the man who seemed to be enjoying the spectacle.

"Let's go. If he wants to follow, let him."

Over the years, Phil rarely left his side.

The man said nothing as they got into the car.

The atmosphere inside was tense, Phil silent while Philip studied the man's face.

"It's no use, I just need a moment."

Sweat beaded on Ian's forehead; painkillers were ineffective against this feeling.

Jeff brought him glass after glass of water, but by the last, Ian could barely hold the cup.

It fell, wetting the carpet.

"Has Maja returned?"

"Ms. Pennyfeather went to the university. She said she won't be back for dinner."

That was a relief. He didn't want her to see him like this, lest she overreact.

"The court just sent word. With our influence, Queena's execution is set in stone and will be carried out in two days."

Only with Queena's death would his obsessive urge to find her cease.

This yearning was devoid of romance; it was a bone-deep dependency on her presence.

Ian had yet to confront Queena, but he anticipated an addiction once they met, which could one day cost him his sanity.

Maja was pregnant, and he wanted her to deliver their child in peace, free from all worries.

"Good. Make sure Bernard keeps an eye on it."