Chapter 911


    The cane flew about three meters out.


    Maja’s fingers slightly curled as she looked up at him. Fitch pulled out a cigarette, unreservedly


    meeting her gaze. Maja didn’t feel wronged, instead, she slowly stood up. “Mr. Haskins, what’s all this


    about?”


    Was it because ofn, or did her previous actions infuriate Mia?


    Fitch looked her up and down. Maja seemed unharmed, except perhaps for a foot injury, and she


    looked in good spirits. Ian’s case was different. He was in a life–and–death situation, having been in


    and out of the emergency room several times. n got seriously hurt for you, and you just stand


    outside his room without going in to see him.”


    Maja got it. It was all aboutn. “Someone’s looking after him.”


    Darlene was crying her heart out, and she was carryingn’s child.


    Fitch found this amusing but his face darkened in a sh, pushing her against the wall. “Maja, if it


    wasn’t forn’s feelings for you, I could kill you right here.”


    Maja’s neck was being strangled, making it hard for her to breathe. She red at Fitch.


    Fitch andn looked nothing alike. Ian was elegant while Fitch was grim and ruthless. Little was


    known about him in Greenfield, apart from his close ties withn and a few others. He spent most of his


    time dealing with cold weapons. He was like a weapon himself, devoid of any warmth.


    Maja was choking, but her eyes remained defiant and calm. Fitch released her, bending over to light a


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    cigarette, not giving a damn that he was in a hospital. A passing nurse wanted to reprimand him but


    seeing the ruthlessness on him, she chickened out and hurried away.


    “So, you don’t like him, do you, Maja?”


    “He doesn’t like me that much.” Maja said this while rubbing her neck to alleviate the pain.


    Fitch suddenlyughed, his face turning terrifying as he grabbed her chin. “He pulled you out of the


    mudslide and walked a whole kilometer, leaving a trail of blood. Your leg was saved by his emergency


    measures. Otherwise, it would’ve been a goner. Maja, I should show you a picture. I’ve never seenn


    like that before.”


    mess of mud. He dragged her unconscious body and crawled a whole kilometer before he copsed


    and was found by rescuers. If this wasn’t love, then what was it? How could this woman have the


    audacity to say such things?


    Fitch andn’s personalities were simr in some ways. But Fitch didn’t really care about women, using


    them as tools to vent his anger, whilen was just a tough talker with a soft heart.


    he grew up in a neglected environment, he knew that telling the truth wouldn’t do any good.


    Fitch let go of her and lit another cigarette, sounding detached. “If you don’t like him, then just tell him


    straight up. If you don’t like him, just say so. Don’t say he doesn’t like you.”


    Maja was released, a red mark already forming on her chin from his grip. She suddenly remembered


    what the doctor had said earlier. Someone had treated her leg in time, and she should thankn. Now


    hearing Fitch’s words, it seemed thatn had regained consciousness after they were caught in the


    flood. She suddenly felt a crushing pain in her heart. It was so severe that she almost bent over. She


    wanted to cough, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.


    Fitch didn’t look at her, heading straight for the smoking area in the distance. He walked over to where


    the cane was, thought for a moment, and


    then kicked it back with one foot.


    Maja didn’t pick up the cane, instead, she leaned against the cold wall, trying to cool down her


    overheated emotions. After what felt like forever, her heart finally eased a bit. She bent down to pick up


    the cane from the floor and then headed back to the ward.


    When she was lying in the hospital bed, she suddenly felt a sharp and indescribable pain in her heart.


    She curled up, wrapping herself tightly in the nket. Fitch didn’t make it very clear, but she knew just


    how severen’s injuries were, and how he had managed to get her out of there. She didn’t dare to


    imagine.


    In fact, before she marriedn, she had seen him from a distance. At that time, she was following


    Herbert, standing in the shadows. He was like a man adored by all, looking indifferently at the ss in


    his hand, appearing aloof and not willing to converse with others.


    Back then, her master had mocked him. “So young and already so affected, totally pretentious. Don’t


    ever learn from him.”


    She just watched him from a distance, then remembered her master’s words more deeply. But for


    someone who liked painting, he was indeed very good–looking, like a god. So she found it hard to


    imagine how miserable such a noble person could be.


    Unbelievable and didn’t dare to think about it.