Female Novel
Chapter 1092
7 o'clock in the evening.
Downtown Greenfield.
Ian stared at the documents in his hands, his eyes hardly blinking.
Earlier in the evening, he had visited the old family home one last time, sorting through the few
belongings his grandfather had left behind.
His grandfather hadn't left much, no extra inheritance for his descendants, and now the bulk of the
shares in Raymond Corporation were firmly in Ian's grasp. Regardless of how much others might
wrestle for it, they couldn't stir up any significant trouble.
Ian had hoped that spending time sorting through his grandfather's belongings would distract him from
thoughts of Maja.
But the code to unlock the box was like a needle, piercing deep into his heart.
He remembered the time he had tried to rescue Maja during an earthquake and the door that wouldn't
open.
In his unconscious state, he saw Maja desperately trying different combinations, and finally, the door
opened.
He had trusted her so much then that he never for a moment thought it was anything other than a
coincidence. How likely could someone guess the correct code after only a few tries?
He had never questioned her motives, his mind filled with the life-and-death experiences they had
shared.
Now, thinking back, he realized the code was Eric's birthday, the same as the one for her box.
Perhaps all her passwords were that same sequence of numbers.
Even just thinking about it made Ian feel sick as if he had been slapped across the face several times.
On that day of their hike, the forest air had been so fresh, and she had whispered stories of her
childhood to him while clinging to his back. Occasionally, she would swing her legs like a child and wipe
the sweat off his brow with a tender touch.
He had wished then that the road could go on forever, stretching out into the horizon.
Ian laughed at his own naivety. If she had been acting all this time, then her acting skills were simply
too good.
Had Maja never felt anything for him?
He began to recall every detail of their time together, even as it felt like self-torture. The sweet
moments between them were far too few. Initially, their relationship was purely transactional, and even
after they confirmed their love, it was less than two weeks before they parted ways.
He had thought that confirming their relationship was the start of their love story, not expecting it to be a
fleeting moment that ended abruptly.
Sitting in the darkness of the living room, Ian could barely distinguish himself from the surrounding
shadows.
The staff of Greenfield Gardens had left early, leaving him alone in the mansion.
After packing away his grandfather's belongings, he heard the doorbell ring.
Not really wanting to see anyone, he ignored it until he heard Tyler's voice.
"Ian, open up."
Ian opened the door to find Tyler holding a few bottles of wine.
Behind him stood Fitch, both of them letting themselves in and closing the door behind them.
Tyler placed the wine bottles on the coffee table.
"I've been saving these for years, have a drink. Phelps will join us too, and he should be here in about
ten minutes."
Everyone knew that Ian must be the one most affected by his grandfather's passing, so his friends had
come to keep him company.
Tyler poured a few glasses of wine and then noticed that the mansion was unusually dark, with only a
few lights on and the brightest one still off.
But nobody moved to turn it on, and perhaps the dim setting was more suited to masking one's
feelings.
Tyler took a sip of his wine before reminding Ian,
"By the way, Judith drew out the snake venom for you that day and fainted afterward. She's still in the
hospital. She was already weak, and the snake venom nearly took her life. If it weren't for the incident
in the Raymond family, Dylan would probably have come to see you by now."
Tyler was hinting at the fact that Judith had risked her life for Ian, and the Sanders family might propose
a marriage alliance in return.
Ian remained silent, staring quietly at the wine in his glass.
Fitch, too, was unusually quiet, even hinting to Tyler, not to mention the Sanders family.
Even if Ian was ready to move on, now was not the right time, especially with his grandfather's recent
passing.
Fitch sighed.novelbin
"Ian, have a drink. It might help you feel better."
Fitch had heard that Maja might have been the woman Eric loved. If that were true, then Maja had
been deceiving Ian all along.
Cheating his feelings and indirectly causing his grandfather's death.
No one knew what Maja's intentions were. Could it be that she held a grudge against Ian for taking
away Eric's position as the heir?
Fitch's pupils narrowed at the thought, and he couldn't help but voice it out loud.
At the mention of Eric's name, Ian's grip on his glass tightened.
"Crack!"
The glass shattered in his hand, leaving bloody cuts on his palm.