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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1672

Ian was battered and bruised, yet his mind was fixated on Maja.

Pregnant Maja, waiting back at the motel, but this house's layout was nothing like the bungalows in Cania.

Had he returned to his homeland?

Struggling to his feet, he managed to take a good look around the room.

Some items were unmistakably from Windhelm, confirming he was indeed in Windhelm.

Queena's eyes had darkened, and the wail of bagpipes filtered through from outside.

Ian was now certain he was in Windhelm.

"You brought me back to Windhelm?"

The research facility's earthquake. What kind of person could have brought him back home? This woman was no simple matter.

A sense of wariness grew within him, though he kept his expression neutral.

"Yeah, this is my hometown, a small fishing village."

Ian nodded, then asked, "What's going on outside?"

"Dad fell off the roof and passed away. The neighbors are helping prepare the wake. Did we disturb you?"

"No, it's fine."

Ordinarily, someone would be distraught over the loss of their father, but she was too composed.

Even asking if she had disturbed him?

Would a typical person think that way?

Ian leaned against the bedside, aware that any slight movement sent pain coursing through his body.

"Got a phone?"

He needed to contact Dylan, or get in touch with Fitch and the others.

"No."

Ian frowned. Even if Windhelm was a backwater village, one could still find a phone. After all, it wasn't like Forbidden Island, cut off from the world.

To survive, they must trade, and where there's trade, there's bound to be phones.

He mustered his strength, leaning on the wall for support. Hearing the voices outside, he decided to venture out.

"Do any of the people outside have a phone?"

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