Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 226

"Where exactly was the crash?" Andres asked. "Give me a rough location."

Weston didn't dare hold anything back. He rattled off the coordinates as precisely as he could.

Andres turned to Raven. "You know that area?"

Raven thought for a moment. "Yeah. That neighborhood's rough. Gang shootouts happen there all the time—never really calms down."

Murray frowned. "If that person really is the Shadow Healer, why would they show up somewhere like that?"

Hans said evenly, "The Shadow Healer's always been a ghost story with footprints. From everything I've heard, they've surfaced in at least a dozen countries."

Raven couldn't make sense of it. "If their skills are that insane, why all the secrecy? Why hide their face and creep around?"

Hans gave him a look. "Because having something valuable can be a curse. People don't forgive you for what you can do."

Raven turned to Murray. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Murray rolled his eyes. "You seriously don't get it?"

Raven shrugged. "I was born in Eastern Europe, raised in Eastern Europe. And my English? My grandma practically dragged me through it by the ear. I've got… a few sentences, tops."

Then he flashed Andres a hopeful grin. "Boss, when are you gonna take me to Aethelburg so I can expand my horizons?"

He spread his hands. "All this fighting and bloodshed out here—gets old."

Andres glanced at him. "You've got too much outlaw in you. Aethelburg runs on rules. You wouldn't last."

Raven opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Outlaw? If anyone was the real king of bandits, it was Andres.

Andres had no interest in wasting time on bickering. "Whether that person is the Shadow Healer or not, for the next few days you search every place they might show up. I want a full sweep. Wall to wall."

…

He might as well have had the word "Scumbag" tattooed across his forehead. To dodge legal consequences, he had no choice but to lie in a hospital bed and play weak, like a corpse propped up on pillows.

The cruel part was that he really was weak.

With the house atmosphere turning poisonous enough to choke on, Anya—who'd sworn she'd drag Maeve straight to hell—stumbled onto a secret big enough to blow everything apart.

She replayed the video she'd found on a restricted site over and over, her heart pounding with vicious satisfaction.

"Maeve… let's see you survive this."

She clipped a short segment and sent it to Maeve, along with a message:

"Come meet me."

Five minutes later, Maeve replied, "Pick the place."