Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 395

That weekend, Andres and Maeve went to the White family's main estate as planned.

Fixing the house's poisoned luck was only part of it.

The other reason was obvious: they were there to see the real Mrs. White—Sofia.

Compared to the last visit, Sofia looked vastly better.

Seeing her son and daughter-in-law arrive together put her in an unmistakably bright mood.

Even Andres hadn't expected it.

Every time he came to see her before, his mother's face had been pale, drained of life.

Today, there was color in her cheeks.

He praised her sincerely. "Mom, you're glowing. What happened—some good news? Come on, share with us."

Sofia shot him a scolding look, though her eyes were warm.

"I'd love to have some good news," she said, "but that depends on you two satisfying me."

"You got married in secret and didn't even throw a wedding. Tell me—where's my joy supposed to come from?"

"If you'd just make it public, I'd stand up out of this wheelchair tomorrow."

Andres laughed, caught by her exaggeration.

"Fine. I'll have Hans start preparing our wedding."

"For your legs alone, I'll make it a proper celebration."

He turned to Maeve, clearly waiting for her answer.

If she nodded, he'd redo the wedding immediately—make sure all of Stramont knew Andres White was married, and Maeve was his wife.

Maeve looked up toward the ceiling, deliberately refusing to bite.

Andres was trying to corner her with a tactic. A sly one, at that.

Sofia exchanged a look with Andres as if to say: "I've done what I can. The rest is on you."

Andres understood her intentions—and he understood Maeve too.

Maeve didn't want their relationship public. She had her reasons and her boundaries.

"There are no outsiders in this room," he said coolly. "Say it."

Butler Tanner: "…"

Maeve quietly formed a quick gesture with her fingers, already guessing what Tanner was about to report.

She patted Andres's shoulder.

"If Warren needs you, go talk to him," she said. "I've got some private things to discuss with Sofia anyway."

Maeve was unusually firm about it. Andres couldn't easily refuse, so he left with Tanner.

Once the door shut, the spacious bedroom held only Maeve and Sofia.

Sofia looked like an excited child, barely containing herself.

She grabbed Maeve's hand with affectionate intensity, her eyes shining.

"Maeve—your medicine is incredible."

"This whole week… aside from not being able to move my legs yet, I feel like I've been reborn."