Female Novel
Chapter 1416
The silence in the room deepened as Beck wrestled with the urge to come clean to Maja about her true
identity. But shame glued his feet to the floor. He felt utterly undeserving to face his sister.novelbin
And the slap mark on her cheek was so glaringly obvious.
"Maja, who did this to you?" Beck asked, his voice a low growl.
If it was one of the bodyguards, he'd make sure they'd pay for it.
Maja touched her swollen cheek with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "You might want to ask your dear
older brother about that."
Her words hit Beck like a barrage of slaps across his face. A sudden flush of heat raced through him, a
mix of heartbreak and humiliation.
It was his brother? But his brother never laid a hand on women. Beck's fingertips trembled as they
lightly brushed her cheek, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Maja froze, witnessing Beck's tears for the first time. What was this playboy crying for?
Beck knew his reaction was over the top, but he couldn't help it. He raised a hand to wipe away his
tears, but they only fell faster.
"I'm sorry, Maja, really, I'm sorry."
"Umm."
Maja was at a loss, tugging at Ian's sleeve, silently pleading for him to say something. But Ian, still
reeling from her earlier silence, felt like his heart was being pricked by needles.
After a few seconds, his tears started to fall silently too. Maja didn't want his child. No matter what he
did now, it seemed like nothing could make up for his past mistakes.
Maja looked up to meet his tearful gaze. Then turned to face Beck's tears. She suddenly didn't know
what to say.
She understood why Ian cried. The pain of her not wanting their child was evident. But why was Beck
joining in on this emotional turmoil?
She reached out and gently grasped Ian's fingertips.
Ian's eyelashes quivered, he turned away, silently tightening his grip on her hand, still saying nothing.
With a sigh, Maja turned back to Beck.
"Mr. Sanders, if it was your brother who hit me, why are you apologizing? And why the tears?"
Beck didn't speak, his tears flowing like a broken faucet, more abundant by the second. He even
embraced Maja, sobbing loudly.
Maja shuddered, wanting to push him away, but Beck clung to her like an octopus.
She called out urgently to Ian. "Do something, will you? Don't just stand there."
Ian remained still, silently wiping away his own tears.
With no other option, Maja sat stiffly, like a wooden statue.
After ten minutes, Beck's crying subsided. "I'm sorry, so sorry."
Maja offered a small smile. "Are you afraid we'll retaliate against the Sanders family?"
At her question, Beck's heart sank. Telling Maja now, that she was the lost daughter of the Sanders
family, might only make her despise her roots.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, a wry smile tugging at his lips as he shook his head.
"No, I just got too emotional. Ian, take her to rest."
Ian didn't respond, just silently led Maja out of the room.
After a step, Ian halted, then walked back to her and knelt down, offering her a piggyback ride.
Maja felt a surge of warmth. She was indeed too weak to walk. She rested her head on his shoulder,
only seeing his profile. He was so handsome, it was almost criminal.
But the thought of the child inside her dampened her feelings. She had a lot to consider.
Ian carried her into the elevator, both not saying goodbye to Beck.
Beck stood alone in the room, finally wiping his face after a long while. He then made a call to Dylan.
Dylan picked up, Judith's tear-streaked face still in front of him. She had just fallen asleep, her
eyelashes damp. And after being kicked in the stomach, she'd vomited blood again.
Seeing Beck's number, Dylan let out a cold laugh before answering, ready to take the offensive.
"How dare you call me after what you did? Judith vomited blood three times because of your kick!"
Upon hearing this, Beck was enraged. "I didn't know!"
As he roared these words, it was almost a bellow.