Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1402

"It’s okay, Judith. It’s okay," Dylan cradled her in his arms, gently patting her back, his eyes brimming with compassion.

Judith nestled against him, the flames of resentment roaring within her.

This was the price for playing along with that man, for making a spectacle that would push Dylan firmly onto her side.

Her ordeal was so pitiable, and with Maja's cold indifference, Dylan would surely despise her now. Her plan was working.

A small, triumphant smile curled at the corners of Judith's lips, though her words were still laced with manic rants.

She had sacrificed so much this time; she refused to believe Maja would get off scot-free. Sure enough, Arlene Abbott Sanders soon caught wind of the video. The room spun, and she nearly fainted.

Rushing to her husband Augus Sanders' room, she found him bedridden, his hair turned completely white in these days. Now lucid, he sat in silence, staring out the window, occasionally coughing.

In his youth, Augus had been a standout gentleman in their social circle, admired both for his looks and his talents. Even with his silvered hair, the remnants of his past charisma were visible.

"Honey, you have to help Judith. She's been through too much," seated on the bed, Arlene sobbed, feeling as if her heart was being crushed.

"We can't be so heartless towards Judith, honey. After such an incident, she's ruined. Plus, the whole North American elite knows about it; she'll never marry well now. I was thinking of having her stay elsewhere temporarily, taking her in as our goddaughter, and eventually marrying her off to a suitable wealthy heir so she'd be set for life."

With cautious hands, Arlene showed Augus the two-part video: one of Maja's callous abandonment and the other of Judith's humiliation. Rage was written all over her face.

"Maja not only stole the man Judith loved but now has left her in this wretched state! This is too much; she must pay."

Augus's expression was originally icy, but upon he saw Judith's plight, his pupils constricted sharply.

He had raised her for over twenty years; even if he despised her, he couldn't stand by and watch this happen. But Judith had caused the death of his own daughter, a barrier he couldn't cross.

"Honey, leave this to me. I'll make sure justice is served for Judith," Arlene made a call to Dylan instantly.

"Dylan, how's Judith now?"

Hearing her concern for Judith softened Dylan's heart a bit.

"She's been crying nonstop; her eyes are all swollen. She's been given a sedative and is asleep now."

Arlene's heart ached, "I've seen the video. Oh dear, that child has a heart condition, too. I'm worried about her. I should come to see her."

"Mom, Judith doesn't want to see anyone right now. She's unstable."