Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1044

Maja felt a throbbing headache as if all the events had clustered together recently, leaving her overwhelmed.

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“Where are the security guards on the ground floor? Have them team up with the police to secure all the entrances; we can’t let these fans disturb the staff.” “We’ve informed the security. They’re holding the fort for now. But the fans are too wild. If Wilma herself doesn’t show up, I doubt anyone’s getting home tonight.”

Maja wished Wilma could show up, too, but she was currently in critical care. Though the doctors assured them it wasn’t life–threatening, the injury to her head needed extra attention.

The trio alternated between standing and sitting, each engulfed in anxiety.

Maja walked over to the small balcony, taking a glance at the scene below.

Frenzied fans besieged the ground floor, all here to see Wilma. Some, having heard rumors of her death, were breaking down in tears outside the hospital. Sometimes, a celebrity was someone’s faith.

Maja massaged her forehead, contacting the hospital director to seal off the building, allowing only genuine patients to enter.

Having arranged it all, she felt on the verge of collapse.

She glanced at Elvis, who was quietly sitting on a chair and patted his shoulder.

Elvis looked up at her, managing a wry smile.

“Apologies, the company will take artist safety more seriously next time.”

“Mr. Pennyfeather, it’s not the company’s fault. That hater was randomly chosen to interact with Wilma, and nobody expected this to happen.”

distant look in his eyes, “She’s always been resilient. She’ll be okay.”

Wilma’s ordeal, a sting

not for those around her. Each had experienced hardships to

finally moved out of the

surrounded her as the

she just needed to

She knew she had company; Mr. Pennyfeather, Elvis, and Zoey were

causing everyone

room, the doctor reassured her, “She’ll regain

in relief, sinking

kept glancing

six in the evening. Wasn’t Mr. Pennyfeather supposed

state, Zoey didn’t feel right

Wilma slowly came around. Her eyes, red–rimmed, stared at the ceiling while Maja and Elvis’s voices echoed in her

are you

“Wilma.”

the moment she was pushed off

just about to taste success, and this was how it was going to

win Elvis over, and she had promised Mr. Penny feather she would make

“Wilma?”

her hand,