Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 535

The matter that Ian valued so much made Phelps involuntarily think of the rumor he had heard before.

"Is it the young designer from your company?"

Ian didn't deny it, "Her hands are crucial, ideally no aftereffects should be left. Come and have a look tonight."

"Why not just send her to the hospital?"

Ian actually wanted to find an excuse for Maja to go to the hotel, but apart from her hand injury, he couldn't find any other reason.

Looking through the screen, Phelps seemed to guess Ian's hidden agenda. He was also curious about what kind of woman could make Ian so obsessed.

"Alright, I'll swing by at nine."

After hanging up with Phelps, Ian immediately contacted Maja.

Seeing his call, Maja instinctively didn't want to answer.

"Mr. Raymond."

"I've asked a professional doctor to check your hand at nine tonight. You were worried about it, weren't you?"

Maja had just seen Phelps, he said it was fine, just needs a bit more attention later.

Carol Miller said Phelps is the best surgeon in all of Greenfield, Ian probably got him too.

"I’m fine."

Ian was silent on the other end for a few seconds before adding, "I got Phelps to take a look. He's won many awards abroad, your hand should be fine."

"My hand is fine."

"I've already spoken to him."

Maja was almost at Rosewood Manor now. She still needed to check the situation of that piece of land. The bidding for it had been delayed for a year, there might be some unknown issues, but only some top dogs would know about these things.

"Mr. Raymond, if it's not about the Greenfield Gardens, I'm hanging up."

Ian felt a pang in his heart, extremely disappointed.

"Do you really have to be so ungrateful?"

Maja hung up straight away.

Arriving at Rosewood Manor, she told Maria she wasn't in the mood for soup tonight.

She went to her room, turned on her computer and began to look up information about that piece of land.

The land was located in the east of the city, in a rather quiet location, indeed it was very suitable for a residential area.

But when he opened the door, he found only Ian in the living room, with a pile of documents in front of him.

Phelps looked around and didn't see anyone else, so he asked, "Where's your designer?"

Ian's hand gripping the documents stiffened, his brow furrowed.

Phelps had brought a large medical box, but seeing no one else here, he guessed that person might not have answered Ian's call.

"Did she reject you?" Phelps asked.

Ian put down the documents in his hand and changed the subject, "Why did you come back a year earlier?"

Phelps originally planned to stay abroad for five years, but came back after only four.

At the last welcome party, Ian wasn't there.

Phelps just sat down.

"Didn't you follow the news in North America? A month ago, the daughter of the world's largest film company, the Sanders family, was found to be not Mr. Sanders' biological daughter during a check-up at our hospital. Back then, Mr. Sanders and his wife gave birth in Greenfield, but due to the urgency of the situation, the hospital they went to didn't have good privacy measures. Plus, they were being pursued at the time, so under various adverse factors, the little princess that Mrs. Sanders gave birth to was switched. Now, the little princess of the Sanders family is not of the Sanders bloodline, the real princess of the world's largest film group is still lost out there, and only Mr. Sanders knows about this."

Phelps picked up the wine on the table and continued slowly.

"Mr. Sanders invested in our hospital. We have some ties, so he entrusted this matter to me. Coming back to work in the country also makes it convenient to check this information at the hospital."