Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 630

"He's been deteriorating for years. The best hospitals in the world gave up on him. His only option was waiting to die."

"Since he was practically a corpse anyway, why not let me try?"

"Giving me a chance meant giving him a chance to live."

"If it fails, he dies, which he was going to do anyway. If it succeeds, everyone wins."

Maeve stared at her in disgust. "You mean you were grasping at straws, treating a dying man like a lab rat to test out your little bug."

Driven to the absolute edge, Natalia dropped all pretenses of being a saint.

"At least I gave him a fighting chance!"

"Who wouldn't choose life over death? Tell them, Mr. Salazar!"

Leonardo just stared at the floor, feeling as though his entire tragic existence had been reduced to a cruel circus act.

Sensing a sliver of opportunity, Landon went on the offensive.

"Why are you ruthlessly attacking her, Maeve? What's your real agenda?"

Maeve leveled a glacial glare at him.

"I'm simply pointing out that this psychopath treats human lives like disposable garbage."

"She can't even identify the most basic symptoms. She has no right to call herself a healer."

Landon sneered. "You love tearing her down for not knowing his illness. I suppose you know what's wrong with him, then?"

Maeve didn't miss a beat. "Of course I do. He's not sick at all."

Leonardo blinked.

How could she say he wasn't sick?

He was literally on his deathbed.

A nasty smile crept onto Natalia's face.

"Did you all hear that? Miss Vance says he isn't sick."

The crowd exchanged highly skeptical looks.

Leonardo's ghastly pallor and frailty weren't something you could fake.

Furthermore, anyone in the inner circle knew the Salazar family had poured millions into finding a cure for him over the decades. It was a well-known fact.

Even Andres was surprised by Maeve's claim.

From everything he had gathered, Leonardo had one foot in the grave.

"Miss Vance."

He asked cautiously, "Miss Vance, is there a way to break this curse?"

"There is. But."

Maeve nonchalantly held up her hand, spreading all five fingers.

"I don't work for free. Five hundred."

Chandler stared at her outstretched palm, swallowing hard.

"Five million dollars?"

Maeve clarified, "Five hundred."

Chandler severely doubted his own hearing.

"Five hundred dollars?"

Maeve nodded.

"You pay the cash, I break the curse."

A ripple of nervous laughter swept through the room.

Five hundred dollars to break a decades-old Dark Curse for the most powerful family in the city? It was so absurdly cheap that people wondered if she understood the value of money at all.