Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

The last sliver of sunlight faded away at the horizon, and the atmosphere in the neighborhood grew heavy with tension.

The families, aware of their confinement, dared not make any sudden moves. They all sat in the living room, silently listening to the negotiations happening outside.

The shouting had ceased, leaving everyone uncertain about what was to come. Their lives were all in the hands of Bernard.

And Bernard, he had lost his mind - or perhaps he had been mad all along.

He found his seat and slowly tapped his fingers on the armrest. When the silence persisted outside, a smirk played on his lips.

He turned to Lingery behind him and said, "Look at these people. The moment their wives and children are in danger, they clam up. They can't spout their self-righteous drivel anymore. Such hypocrites, aren't they? What makes them any different from me?"

Lingery poured him a cup of tea, "Please, have a drink."

Bernard took a sip before asking, "How's Rachel doing?"

"She got the real Ian out, but Dylan didn't fall for it. Thought he'd go after them himself, but he had the Sanders family call a press conference right away."

"He's somewhat interesting, I'll give him that."

Bernard drank half the cup of tea, his gaze drifting towards the hibernation chamber where Maja lay.

"It's a shame, really. She's pregnant and the data's unstable. Otherwise, she would've been the first one for the experiment."

His son might be of concern, but deep down, it was his wife he cared for the most.

"Don't worry, professor. Doctor said the surgery will be done by eleven tonight."

Bernard slowly closed his eyes. It had been ages since he had a good rest, and sleep eluded him now more than ever.

With Yvonne's return imminent, he found it even harder to find peace. After years of plotting, his wish was about to be realized, and it felt surreal. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

In the room, Sarah stood in front of a pile of data when Queena questioned her, "Are you sure about injecting Compound 112? Wasn't it Compound 111 in the previous records?"

Her voice was laced with doubt, holding a syringe without injecting the substance into Fitch's body.

Sarah's face remained impassive as she pulled out her previous data records, "Is it possible you're misremembering? My notes say Compound 112."

Queena, known as a prodigy within the research base for her photographic memory, seldom made mistakes.

Her brow furrowed as she double-checked the doctor's notes. But with evidence of alterations all over the document, she couldn't be sure if Sarah herself had made any changes.

She stared silently at Sarah, whose expression remained unchanged. With a forced smile, Queena conceded, "Perhaps I did remember it wrong. My apologies. I'll inject Compound 112 now."

Their conversation caught Lingery's attention, and he approached with a questioning tone, "What's going on here?"

Sarah quickly responded, "It's nothing. Just a minor error in the data sequence that's been corrected."

Lingery looked at Queena, her face still etched with confusion, while Sarah appeared calm and collected.

He then said, "Just follow Doctor's instructions, and remember not to make these simple mistakes again."

Queena felt Bernard's gaze on her, which made her anxious.

Bernard had promised to keep her and Ian together forever. If she disrupted Sarah's experiment, would Bernard keep his word? Everyone knew how important the experiment was to him.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, but as she prepared to inject the next compounds, she found discrepancies with her own memory.

Her face grew paler, and she whispered to Sarah, "Doctor, are you sure these compounds are correct? They're completely opposite to what I remember. Could you have made a mistake, or do you have another agenda?"

Ever since she brought back those trinkets earlier that day, things seemed off. But Queena's love for Ian was too strong, her fear of losing him too great. She became even more cautious at the moment.

Sarah continued to prepare the compounds, her voice growing stern, "Queena, what's gotten into you? Is this about Ian? Did mentioning him unsettle you? Go check the guidelines I gave you. It

clearly states that you need to maintain composure. Any mistake with these compounds, and the experiment will fail."

Queena's sweat intensified, for Sarah spoke with such authority and conviction that she was left without a rebuttal.

In that moment, Sarah leaned in, offering comfort, "Is it because Lingery resembles Ian so much that you feel pressured?"

Queena's heart instantly clenched. Indeed, she had felt a surge of emotion when Lingery appeared, but could that really have caused her to misremember so many compound numbers?