Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 683

He was excited as hell inside, but maintained a cool exterior, even pretending to be disappointed.

Feynman's heart skipped a beat in an instant.

"What's up, Professor Smith? Got a problem?"

Nolan glanced at Erlinda's portrait, with no sympathy, only thought this family was dumber than a bag of hammers.

"Mr. Frost, let's not talk shop at Erlinda's funeral. I'm afraid my critique may have been a bit too harsh, may even disturb her peace in death. Let's just be here for Erlinda today. As for the script, I'll reach out to some investors when I get back but I can't make any promises. Don't worry, it's Erlinda's piece, I'll do my best to attract investors."

Feynman started sighing, Erlinda's mother was crying on the side.

"Professor Smith, thank you. You're a real stand-up guy. Erlinda was always a handful; glad this didn't add to your troubles."

Nolan patted Feynman's shoulder gently.

The funeral wasn't very crowded, Erlinda was always a shy one, not many friends at school.

The funeral was simple and to the point.

When Feynman and Jean got back to their room, they found Maja waiting at their door.

Feynman was already down in the dumps from losing his daughter, seeing this woman there just added insult to the injury.

He grabbed a broom nearby and charged at Maja.

"You thief! Murderer! It's probably you who killed Erlinda! How could you show your face here? Get out! Get out!"

Jean was shielded behind Feynman, but her eyes were also burning with hate towards Maja.

Maja deflected the sweeping broom, looking at this stubborn couple.

They were still convinced that they did nothing wrong.

Nolan was the murderer, but these parents were also to blame.

She took out the recording.

This recording can't be heard by anyone else; it will tarnish Erlinda's reputation. But she wanted these two to feel guilty, to prick their conscience.

"This is a recording Erlinda left behind. I wanted to help her, but before I could, tragedy struck. Look at your trusted Professor Smith, see what kind of man he really is!"

The play button on the recording was pressed.

Erlinda's voice pleading for mercy came through.

Maja took the letter back, and then said, "Also, you used Erlinda's death to attack me online, guess that was Nolan's idea, right? Erlinda saw me as her last hope, trying to protect her three proudest works, but you teamed up with Nolan to take them back. You probably don't know that the popular dramas on air were all Erlinda's works, stolen by Nolan. He didn't give her a cent. You trust this kind of person, but don't trust your own daughter."

Jean couldn't bear this blow and started screaming.

Feynman fainted.

Maja wouldn't tell them, she still had ways to get the scripts back.

Why shouldn't parents who create hell for their children be punished?

She chose not to tell them now, just to make them suffer! To make them understand what their daughter had gone through.

Because they were stubbornly oblivious of their wrongdoings! This pain was their due!

Maja turned around, leaving only one sentence behind.

"The scripts will be noticed by investors. But Nolan won't give you a penny, nor will he tell you the truth. If Erlinda were still alive, she would definitely become the best writer in the industry, she was only nineteen."

She was only nineteen.

With a future as bright as daylight.