Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 119

Mateo fought to keep his anger under control. "Since my brother got off that ship, rumors have been spreading—saying he was the mastermind behind what happened on the cruise."

"Andres isn't the type to swallow a loss. He took a hit on that ship, and he'll want payback."

Maeve asked, "Do you have proof?"

Mateo's jaw tightened. "Not yet."

"Then don't accuse people casually," Maeve said coolly. "For all you know, the real culprit is planting rumors to turn you against each other."

Mateo went silent.

Inside the room, the situation worsened. Declan hovered on the edge, the monitor numbers dropping fast—blood pressure, oxygen saturation, plunging.

Mateo's eyes went fully red. He slammed his palms against the door and shouted, "Don't you dare die on me, bro!"

Naomi looked at Maeve like she was grabbing at the last rope over a cliff—like only Maeve could save him.

Maeve asked Mateo, "Who's in charge of the Fulton family right now?"

Mateo understood what she meant. "My parents are overseas. My brother's like this. So... right now, I'm making the calls."

"Can you make the call on whether he lives or dies?"

Mateo went silent.

Declan was the pillar of their family. Mateo couldn't afford even the possibility of making the wrong choice—couldn't bring himself to promise that kind of authority.

Naomi snapped, "Your brother is about to die and you're still hesitating?"

Maeve lifted a hand to stop her. "This is Fulton family business. The person running the family decides."

Only later had Maeve learned Naomi and Declan weren't even officially together. At most, they were something ambiguous—close, complicated, undefined.

Naomi realized she'd overstepped and forced herself to let Mateo decide.

The doctor stared at Maeve like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "A girl who doesn't even look twenty—what exactly is she going to do to resuscitate him?"

Maeve reached over and turned off the defibrillator. "For the next three minutes, I need everyone quiet."

She pushed the stunned doctor aside and checked Declan's pulse.

Declan lay unconscious, his face ghost-white, lips tinged blue—every sign that he was slipping away.

The doctor frowned. "Miss... you practice traditional medicine?"

Maeve didn't bother answering.

Irritated at being ignored, the doctor looked to Mateo instead. "Mr. Fulton, this isn't protocol. If something happens, who's taking responsibility?"

A female doctor assisting chimed in, tense and skeptical. "Mr. Fulton is critical. I don't believe traditional medicine can reverse this."