Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1538

The carved wooden trinket in his hands was taken by someone, but not by one of Christ's people.

The others in the room left without notice, leaving only Summer by his bedside.

Christ couldn't recall when Summer had arrived.

He took the carved wooden trinket from Christ's hand, a slight curve touched Summer's lips.

"Farewell, Master."

Christ's eyes bulged, a feeble attempt to rise overtaking him. Yet, his body was too weak; he could only discern that it was Summer’s voice.

This was the little disciple he and the Grand Elder had taken in together. In their years of searching for Cynthia, they had neglected his presence.

Summer extended a finger, pressed the switch to pop out the insect, pressed it back in, and toggled the switch again.

"Master, Christ, I'm here to see you off on your final journey."

Something in Summer's tone set off alarm bells in Christ's head. He tried to turn, but even that small movement was beyond him.

Summer slowly bent down and whispered in Christ’s ear, "Did you see the video? Quite a pity about Sis, huh?"

Christ's eyes widened instantly, gasping in disbelief, obviously wanting to do something.

But he was powerless.

Summer turned Christ's head towards him, his voice still soft.

"You can't blame me. When you and the Grand Elder wanted me to marry her, I took her as my wife from that moment on."

Christ's breathing grew more labored, a rising urge to slap Summer, but he couldn't move a finger due to the stroke.

Summer glanced at the wooden toy in his hand, a smirk playing on his lips.

"It's her fault for not loving me. She was mine to begin with."

Christ coughed up blood once more, slipping into unconsciousness.

However, his departure was not immediate. Instead, he lingered on, a mere shell of life, utterly dependent on others.

Summer appointed two people to look after him.

The engineering team continued their investigation, but the woman sitting on the bed spoke up.

"Let me go."

She lifted her head, her gaze piercing into the unknown.

Her eyes veiled by a layer of white gauze, making her appear incredibly fragile.

She thought of her daughter, with an aching longing.

The engineering team hadn't expected her to speak; had someone talked to her at this moment?

The only person who could communicate with her was the one who had planted devices in her body.

The team members exchanged glances, feeling somewhat helpless.

They didn't know that this woman, seemingly lucid, had long since lost her grip on sanity.

Cynthia stared into space, her world still silent and dark. She hugged her legs, sitting on the bed, lost in her own shattered reality.