Female Novel
Chapter 1086
Maja certainly didn't believe it.
But she lacked the energy to argue, and she simply watched as Patric continued to drown his sorrows
in glass after glass of bourbon.
She had a strange feeling that Holden's death had also affected him.
But could that be possible? After all, he was the one responsible for Holden's death.
Maja only felt a sting in her eyes. Everything that had happened still felt surreal, like she had been
pulled into a massive riddle.
Regardless, Holden had always been good to her.
He was such a formidable figure, yet in his final moments, he was so worn and frail, as if he had
suffered immense torment.
It was as if he was haunted by a demon, a demon he could not shake off until his death.
Ian sat alone in Rosewood Mansion, a black and white photo of Holden laid out in front of him.novelbin
Rosewood Mansion was a pre-marital gift from Holden to Maja; the people within were also nurtured by
Holden.
Now that the news of Holden's death had spread, a blanket of grief shrouded the entire mansion.
Add to that Maja's disappearance, the mansion felt eerily devoid of life.
Only Coco, the dog, would occasionally bark at the front door as if waiting for its owner to return.
Ian leaned back, staring blankly at the ceiling.
His phone wouldn't stop ringing. On this day of Holden's memorial, there were many who wished to get
in touch with him, but he didn't answer a single call.
Not until his phone ran out of battery.
He calmly went upstairs, took a shower, and slipped into the bed that still held Maja's scent.
The surroundings were quiet, so quiet that he could occasionally hear the chirping of birds outside.
Ian grabbed a pillow, clutching it tightly.
He hadn't slept in two days, and now he reluctantly drifted off.
But he dreamed of the time when he was oblivious to the fact that Maja was his wife, dreamed of when
he expressed his desire for divorce to Holden, only to be subjected to the family's punishment.
Back then, he felt that being entangled by a woman was the worst thing in the world, and he used to
despise Holden's judgment.
But how happy he was during those times.
Holden was still alive, and Maja was still his wife.
The scene in his dream shifted. Holden was now lying on a hospital bed, expressing regret for pairing
him with Maja.
But the marriage was his own arrangement. Why did he regret it?
Maja was so good.
The dream continued, with Ian repeatedly asking why he had to separate from Maja.
With his cloudy eyes, Holden stared at him as if looking at someone else.
Ultimately, Ian never got the answer he was looking for in his dream.
When he woke up, his phone, which he had set aside, was fully charged. Ignoring the messages that
had been sent to him, he immediately dialed the mortuary.
"Mr. Raymond, you can come to pick up the ashes tomorrow."
After collecting the ashes, he would have to make burial arrangements.
Ian felt a tightness in his throat, but he still responded, "Okay."
After hanging up, he dialed another number.
"Any leads on her whereabouts?"
"Sir, we have eliminated over two hundred potential stowaways. Currently, about forty are under police
custody, but we haven't obtained any useful information. And."
"What is it?"
"The higher-ups seem to be against our investigation into these stowaways after they got wind of it."
This was similar to the warning Fitch received previously, and it seemed that these stowaways were
involved in some classified affairs.
Ian immediately thought of Eric.
After hanging up, he pondered for a few seconds before calling Fitch.
"Fitch, do you remember the poem you found on my brother's draft paper?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ian laughed mockingly.
Fitch didn't understand what he meant, not until Ian continued.
"Perhaps it's simply because the name of the woman he loved is in the poem."
Fitch's pupils contracted sharply, suddenly standing up.
"Do you mean?"
"Maja."
As he uttered the name, his pupils darkened, and his hand, hanging by his side, slowly clenched into a
fist.