The moment he saw the sender's name, his eyes went wide with rage.
Maeve. That menace actually had the nerve to message him.
Anya saw the name at the same time.
Every instinct she had screamed that whatever Maeve sent was going to drag her straight to hell.
She lunged to snatch Luka's phone, but Luka reacted fast and pulled it out of reach.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Anya clawed at him like she'd lost her mind. "Anything from Maeve—don't read it. You're not allowed to look."
Luka could only think his daughter had something seriously wrong with her. He shoved her back hard, then tapped the message without hesitation.
It was an audio file.
The recording was crystal clear—two voices, unmistakably Maeve and Anya.
Maeve: "Take a guess. If Luka finds out you swapped our compatibility results behind his back… do you think he'll haul you into an operating room and take a kidney from you himself?"
Anya: "W-what… what are you talking about?"
Maeve: "Oh, please. Don't play dumb now."
"The truth is, the best match for Ansel isn't me. It's you."
"And when you found that out, you used your little tech tricks to switch our test results…"
With every sentence, Luka's face darkened another shade.
He stared at Anya like she was something he'd never seen before, and asked slowly, each word like a knife:
"So the right donor match for Ansel… is you, not Maeve?"
Anya shook her head violently, her eyes wide with desperate denial. "No—no! She's lying! Maeve's making it up!"
At Azure Bay Villa, Maeve sent the audio file—and immediately blocked Luka's number again.

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