Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1111

This scene took place beside a freeway, somewhere on the city outskirts, with tall, verdant trees nearby.

Maja couldn't hear anything but saw the person in the front seat yell out.

"Mr. Patric!"

The car came to a sudden halt, and Maja, unprepared, lurched forward and bumped into the front seat.

The driver exited the car without hesitation and jumped towards Patric.

Maja seized this opportunity to slowly crawl out of the car.

She was weak, and as she climbed out, she stumbled and fell.

Her plump figure made it difficult to move, and the effects of the drugs she had taken hadn't fully worn off. She could only crawl a few yards.

Sharp pebbles scraped her palms, drawing blood, and the car she had escaped from was suddenly hit by another and sent flying.

The sound of a colossal explosion filled Maja's ears, but all she could think about was Patric's expression.

It was as if the Patric she had known from long ago had returned.

Her chest tightened with pain. She knew that Patric was sick, very sick.

He had said that there was another person living within him. Perhaps it was true. People often referred to it as schizophrenia.

Patric was still the same, but this other person within him was a madman.

Maja didn't like the idea of good people sacrificing themselves for her, so she hoped that the good Patric wouldn't get hurt.

The pain of the pebbles scraping her skin brought her back to reality. She leaned against the guardrail and slowly stood up.

The freeway was now congested due to the accident.

Over a hundred cars were stuck, and frustrated drivers were venting their anger.

She blended into the crowd, making herself hard to spot.

Maja was moving forward almost instinctively, her feet feeling as heavy as lead.

"Do you need some help?"

A timid voice of a young girl rang out. Perhaps she was a bit scared, so she didn't ask too loudly.

Even though Maja's beautiful face was visible, her plump figure was not. She nodded but found she couldn't speak.

People often lose their voice momentarily when they're overly frightened.

She opened her mouth, but it was as if her vocal cords had disappeared.

The young girl helped Maja into her car and comforted her, "I know a shortcut back to the city. I'll take you to the hospital."

The man in the front seat started to show signs of impatience.

"Why do you always have to play the saint? Can't you see you're barely keeping yourself together? How can you still have the energy to help others?"

"Uncle, she's pregnant, and her hand is bleeding. Didn't you show me that mountain road earlier? It wouldn't be any trouble to take it."