Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1044

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

"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."

He leaned back, a distant look in his eyes, "She's always been resilient. She'll be okay."

Hearing this, combined with Wilma's ordeal, a sting of pain shot through Maja's heart.

No one's life was plain sailing, at least not for those around her. Each had experienced hardships to be where they were now.

An hour later, Wilma was finally moved out of the critical care unit.

They quickly surrounded her as the doctor removed his surgical mask.

"She's alright, she just needed to rest for a while."

Wilma lay on the bed, her face pale. She knew she had company; Mr. Pennyfeather, Elvis, and Zoey were there. But the effects of anesthesia hadn't worn off yet, leaving her unable to speak.

She felt guilty, causing everyone to worry again.

As she was wheeled back into her room, the doctor reassured her, "She'll regain consciousness soon."

Maja sighed in relief, sinking into a chair.