Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 683

Chapter 683 

He was excited as hell inside, but maintained a cool exterior, even pretending to be disappointed. 

Feynman’s heart skipped a beat in an instant. 

“What’s up, Professor Smith? Got a problem?” 

Nolan glanced at Erlinda’s portrait, with no sympathy, only thought this family was dumber than a bag of hammers. 

“Mr. Frost, let’s not talk shop at Erlinda’s funeral. I’m afraid my critique may have been a bit too harsh, may even disturb her peace in death. Let’s just be here for Erlinda today. As for the script, I’ll reach out to some investors when I get back but I can’t make any promises. Don’t worry, it’s Erlinda’s plece, I’ll do my best to attract investors.” 

Feynman started sighing, Erlinda’s mother was crying on the side. 

“Professor Smith, thank you. You’re a real stand–up guy. Erlinda was always a handful; glad this didn’t add to your troubles. 

Nolan patted Feynman’s shoulder gently. 

The funeral wasn’t very crowded, Erlinda was always a shy one, not many friends at school. 

The funeral was simple and to the point. 

When Feynman and Jean got back to their room, they found Maja waiting at their door. 

Feynman was already down in the dumps from losing his daughter, seeing this woman there just added insult to the injury. 

He grabbed a broom nearby and charged at Maja. 

“You thief! Murderer! It’s probably you who killed Erlinda! How could you show your face here? Get out! Get out!” 

Jean was shielded behind Feynman, but her eyes were also burning with hate towards Maja. 

Maja deflected the sweeping broom, looking at this stubborn couple. 

They were still convinced that they did nothing wrong. 

Nolan was the murderer, but these parents were also to blame. 

She took out the recording. 

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This recording can’t be heard by anyone else; it will tarnish Erlinda’s reputation. But she wanted these two to feel guilty, to prick their conscience. 

“This is a recording Erlinda left behind. I wanted to help her, but before I could, tragedy struck. Look at your trusted Professor Smith, see what kind of man he really 

is!” 

The play button on the recording was pressed. 

Erlinda’s voice pleading for mercy came through. 

“Professor Smith, please, don’t.” 

“Why are you vomiting again? You’ve gone through this so many times, you should be used to it by now.” 

“Please.” 

“Your parents trust me so much, you better do as I tell you. You know what will happen if I call your parents, right?” 

They would of course scold her, they trusted Nolan more than they trusted her. 

The recording was a few minutes long, followed by Nolan’s scolding, his instructions to Erlinda, and Erlinda’s crying. 

Maja looked at the disbelieving couple in front of her, a faint smile curling up at the corner of her mouth. 

“You must be very familiar with Erlinda’s voice, right? I heard she jumped off the building after suffering a trauma. You even invited that scumbag Nolan to her funeral. Aren’t you afraid of ruining her funeral? You really are unfit parents.” 

The words were like a knife, stabbing straight into Feynman and Jean’s hearts. 

Maja then took out the letter Erlinda had written to her and continued, 

“This is a letter from Erlinda. She gave me three scripts, only asking me to bring Nolan down. When I received the letter and tried to contact her, she had already met with the tragedy. You were so strict with your daughter. You should be able to recognize her handwriting.” 

Jean snatched the letter, and after reading it, began to cry loudly. 

Feynman stood there as if his soul had left his body.