Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 249

While he assessed Maeve, Maeve assessed him right back.

By his presence alone—composed, authoritative—he clearly wasn't ordinary staff.

Andres introduced him first. "Warren Tanner. Warren—the estate's steward."

Then he turned, and the way he introduced Maeve was… deliberate.

"Maeve," he said to Warren, "is the other half of my life."

Since they couldn't publicly announce "wife", Andres chose a phrase that invited speculation without offering details.

Maeve shot him a warning look, as if to say, "Stop using wordplay to get your way."

Warren was startled too.

In all his years at White Manor, he'd never seen the young master bring a woman home—much less introduce her with this kind of weight.

If Andres acknowledged her, this Maeve Vance was not to be underestimated.

Warren bowed with formal respect. "Miss Vance. A pleasure."

Maeve nodded back, impeccable. "Thank you, Warren."

She was young, but her composure held.

Even facing someone like Warren—who'd navigated high society his entire career—she didn't flinch or overperform. Calm. Steady. Unmoved.

That alone raised Warren's opinion of her.

After a brief exchange, Warren led them toward the main house, speaking as they walked.

"Madam hasn't been well these past few days. She's had a fever for three straight days."

"The doctors believe the wound worsened and caused an infection."

"I tried to call you several times, Mr. Andres, but Madam stopped me."

"My mother hates the atmosphere of hospitals. And she worries about people with ulterior motives trying to interfere."

"So she had a full medical suite installed on the estate."

"Those doctors are specialists trained under the White family's program. For now, they serve only my mother."

Maeve asked, "And with that many specialists working together, her leg still hasn't improved?"

Andres leaned closer, voice low, almost in her ear. "How do you keep forgetting who you are? It's our mom. Not 'your mother.'"

Maeve wasn't interested in arguing titles. She hadn't come all this way just to play dutiful visitor.

A pretty, short-haired young woman stepped out to meet them. "Mr. Andres. I've been waiting for you."

It was Molly.

Even though Sofia had repeatedly ordered everyone not to call her son, Molly had taken it upon herself to tell Andres anyway.