He ruffled her hair, trying to soothe her.
"Don't look at me like I'm a criminal. Where they come from, these things are everywhere."
"If I'd had more time, I could've brought back even more."
"Before we boarded that cruise, you said your favorite thing was jewelry."
"Back then I didn't consider what you were dealing with. I did things I shouldn't have."
"Looking back, I realize I was a complete bastard to you."
Just to spite Maeve, he'd brought Anya onto the cruise—and created one humiliating disaster after another.
After that, Andres always felt like he owed Maeve.
So when he traveled this time to search for The Shadow Healer, he'd had Raven quietly acquire a stash of diamonds in advance.
As for Martin—the man who'd tried to set him up—if Raven was involved, Martin wouldn't be enjoying a peaceful life ever again.
Maeve hadn't expected Andres to remember something that small.
At the same time, she was speechless at how blunt his gift-giving was.
This many diamonds—she couldn't wear them all in several lifetimes.
She picked a few she liked. "Can I give some away?"
Naomi would love them.
Andres' eyes softened. "They're yours. Use them however you want."
For the first time, Maeve found him… almost pleasant to look at.
She shut the lid and thanked him sincerely.
And in her head she thought: "If I'm taking something this expensive, I'll have to return the favor with something equally heavy."
While they waited for her hair to dry, they chatted about nothing in particular.
"This trip—you didn't go abroad just to 'pick up' diamonds, did you?"
Andres didn't dodge it. "The diamonds were incidental. The main thing was searching for The Shadow Healer."
Maeve snapped awake. "Searching for who?"
But hearing it again now, days later, something inside her shifted.
Andres didn't notice the change in her expression and kept talking.
"I thought I could use Anya's hacking to track down the Shadow Healer's location. Turns out I overestimated her."
"Over a year ago, someone in South Africa met a doctor who might've been the Shadow Healer."
"The patient's injuries were similar to my mom's—car crash, both legs shattered."
"That person can walk freely now. I want that same miracle for my mother."
Maeve asked quietly, "Have you considered that even if you find them, they still might not be able to fix your mother's legs?"
Andres said, "Whether it works or not, I need to try."
Maeve nodded. "Then I hope you get what you're looking for."
That night, the two of them held each other and slept without dreams.
The next morning, half-asleep, Maeve vaguely heard Andres speaking to someone on the phone.

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