Chapter 339: Delivery Debacles

The most ridiculous part was that he actually had the nerve to ask if she had liked him while he was engaged to someone else. How am I supposed to respond? Do I admit it? And admit that I am jealous of Victoria? He has no shame, but I still care about mine!

Not following Ellis’s pace wasn’t because Easton didn’t want to be with her. His main purpose today was to visit and make sure she was healthy and unharmed. He also knew very well that following her would only increase her dislike for him. Besides, he had to stop by the police station later to deal with Victoria.

But recalling Ellis’s indifferent and dismissive attitude was like a thorn in his heart—not enough to break it, but enough to make him uncomfortable. She didn’t love him or his money anymore! Given her current attitude, he couldn’t even pursue her normally.

As the headache started to set in, Easton rubbed his temples and then left the hospital. As he stepped out, Ellis and Maya were standing at the trunk of a car, probably arranging their belongings. He couldn’t help but walk over.

“Maya, please take care of Ellis. If you need anything or any money, just let me know.”

Easton was talking to himself, not directly to Ellis. Maya took a moment to process his words and looked silently at Ellis. Easton had never really respected her, and his tone suggested he didn’t really respect her best friend either, almost as if he thought of Maya as some kind of caretaker. Ellis felt a sudden urge to lash out at him.

“Do you even know what respect is? Or do you think people of lower status than you don’t deserve any? Get this straight—Maya is my best friend, not someone for you to boss around!”

“I didn’t mean to boss her around; I just thought…” Easton’s intentions were simple. He saw how close Ellis and Maya were and how much Maya did for her. Since Ellis wouldn’t accept his help, he thought he might ask Maya.

“Enough!” Ellis snapped, “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”

She slammed the trunk shut and hurried into the car, with Maya following quickly behind. Inside the car, with the soundproofing shielding them from Easton, Maya vented, “Your ex isn’t just a creep; he’s clingy like a bad rash that won’t go away.”

Ellis massaged her forehead, resigned. “He’s sick! Just ignore whatever he just said.”

“Of course!” Maya winked playfully, “My brain’s still working.”

Watching Ellis and Maya drive away, Easton stood by the roadside, his mood and heart sinking bit by bit.

Getting Ellis back and having her agree to remarry seemed more and more like a distant dream without any hope. But he wouldn’t give up!

With his busy schedule and all the chaos, Maya would sometimes redirect her deliveries to a local collection point until she had time to pick them up herself. In just a few days, the volume of her deliveries piled up dramatically, even requiring personal confirmation for some, which tipped Maya off that something was amiss.

She didn’t need to think twice and called Ellis immediately.

“Ellis, your admirer is sending you stuff again!”

Hadn’t Morty gotten the memo? Ellis wasn’t staying with her anymore; she had moved back to her own place.

“What do you mean by again?” Ellis was quick to suspect Morty, “I’ve hardly ever accepted his gifts.”

Aside from the occasional dog-walking payment, she remembered only once accepting a package from Morty during the New Year’s—forced to bring it inside because he had left it at her door.

“So, what do you want me to do? Should I tell Morty to come and get it or should someone take it to him?” Maya put the phone on speaker and started browsing through her recent calls, increasingly irritated on behalf of Ellis.

Dealing with both Morty and Easton was exhausting.

“Do whatever you think best,” Ellis left it up to Maya to deal with the situation.

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Maya called Morty.

“Mr. Morty, you’re out of the loop; Ellis doesn’t stay here anymore.” She started off lightly but quickly got to the point, “About the stuff you sent her, do you want to pick it up?”

“I didn’t send anything.” Morty wasn’t lying: he hadn’t sent anything.

Maya paused, slightly taken aback. If Morty hadn’t sent it, then who had?

“Sorry to bother you!” she apologized quickly, then called Ellis again.

“Ellis, Morty denies sending the gifts! Could it be your ex who sent them?” she guessed, “Emma might also be a possibility,”

After all, Emma had a history of sending Ellis loads of stuff.