Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 435

Maeve chimed in, laughing.

"Your mom was just telling me she regrets having a son. Looks like you really dropped the ball, Whitty."

Andres was speechless.

Could someone please explain what he had done wrong?

Sofia linked her arm affectionately through Maeve's.

"Compared to a son who's always too busy to show his face, I really regret not trying for a daughter back then."

When you reach a certain age, you start wanting your kids around more.

But Sofia knew her son was destined for big things; he couldn't spend his life hovering around his mother.

And frankly, even if he wanted to, she'd probably find it suffocating.

They loved each other.

But whenever they sat down to talk, the conversation was usually dry and strictly business.

Before Andres even had a chance to get bored, Sofia would already be tired of it.

But with Maeve, there was always something to talk about. The girl was sharp, witty, and incredibly capable.

If Maeve were her actual daughter, Sofia would wake up smiling every day.

Andres didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He took his seat and started serving Maeve some of her favorite dishes.

"Mom, you can't blame me for that."

"Dad couldn't stand the thought of you going through the pain of labor again, so he shut down any talk of a second kid."

Caden White's devotion to his wife was legendary throughout Aethelburg.

In prominent families like the Whites, having a house full of heirs was the standard playbook.

But Caden had refused to play by those rules.

He completely ignored any illegitimate children, treating only the son Sofia gave him as his true heir.

To ensure his wife never had to risk the dangers of childbirth again, Caden had voluntarily gotten a vasectomy right after Andres was born.

That kind of devotion made Sofia the envy of every wealthy socialite in the city.

She had a capable, filial son and a husband who treated her like a queen.

The only tragedy was that Caden had passed away before she did.

"That is one massive Mandrake."

As the rest of the boxes were opened, Maeve realized she had completely misjudged him.

Most of the boxes were filled with rare medicinal ingredients.

Ancient spirit-roots, essence of stag velvet, and rare parasitic fungi.

Having handled countless herbs, Maeve could tell at a glance that these were heavily aged, top-tier specimens.

Those perfectly preserved roots weren't just rare—some of them were ancient specimens, virtually extinct in the modern world.

It was the kind of priceless treasure you couldn't buy no matter how much money you threw at it.

Even crazier, she spotted a box containing ambergris—the ultra-rare secretion from sperm whales.

Faced with such an absurd display of medical wealth, Maeve was genuinely floored.

"Whitty... what is all this?"

Andres felt a twinge of regret that he hadn't figured out her interests sooner.

He blamed Hans and Murray. Those two idiots had given him terrible dating advice, telling him he needed to buy her designer bags, lipstick, and diamonds.

After all the time they'd spent together, he should have known his girl couldn't care less about superficial status symbols.