Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1619

"Okay."

Since Philip had said there was no need to understand, he decided not to dwell on it. His gaze finally landed on Isaac, who was now lying on the ground, slowly reaching out a hand.

Though she hadn't looked at Phil, she seemed to know exactly where he was standing. In her palm was a small insect, still very much alive.

The last time Phil had caught an insect and brought it to Philip, who had crushed it under his foot. Since then, Phil had been on the lookout for a new one, to no avail.

Now Isaac had produced one, which suggested that she had been the one to prepare the last insect too, unbeknownst to Phil.

Seeing the blood-stained insect, a spark of excitement flickered across Phil's face. He reached out to take it, but was stopped by Philip.

"Don't touch it; it's dirty."

It was smeared with blood. Phil obediently refrained from touching it, though his eyes remained fixed on the insect, "Okay."

Isaac held it out for a while, but when Phil didn't come to take it, she slowly let go, finally allowing herself a glance in his direction.

The last thing her eyes rested on was his innocent, uncomprehending gaze. Yes, he had always been like this, oblivious to everything, just as he was in the beginning.

The insect, still alive, struggled for a moment on the ground before crawling away. Phil didn't look at Isaac again. Instead, he turned to the monitor behind him.

The screen was still displaying a scene of massacre. He wanted to ask Philip whose demise they were witnessing, but sensing Philip's foul mood, he held his breath, silently dragging a chair over to sit down.

Three minutes passed before Philip spoke up.

"She's dead. Does that bother you?"

"Who?"

Phil's question silenced Philip, who suddenly realized how redundant his own query had been.

Why had he asked that? Living like Phil, unburdened and carefree, was the happiest existence. He wasn't weighed down by others' words, nor did he feel the need to prove anything.