Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 253

Molly tried to jump in. "About that—"

Maeve cut her off without looking. "I'm not wasting breath on someone who can't discuss treatment with me."

Molly went rigid.

How many times had she been humiliated like this in her life? Maeve wasn't just dismissing her—she was grinding Molly's pride into the floor.

Andres made his decision. "Maeve. I trust you. Give her the medication, now."

"Mr. Andres!" Dr. Foster and Molly said at the same time.

Andres lifted a hand, shutting them down. "Anyone with basic medical knowledge knows a three-day fever that won't break can turn fatal at any moment."

"Whatever happens after this, I take full responsibility."

Butler Tanner finally spoke, carefully. "Mr. Andres, this could become very serious. You need to be absolutely certain."

Andres nodded. "I am."

With that promise, Maeve stopped wasting time.

Since Sofia was unconscious, Maeve dissolved the pill in water and used a syringe to ease it into her mouth.

Dr. Foster's team and Molly looked at her like she was disgraceful—like she'd gone rogue.

They all thought she was delusional.

Did she really believe a few lab experiments at school meant she could treat a patient with her own prototype drug?

Andres must have lost his mind—risking his mother's life just to indulge a girl.

Dr. Foster had spent the last year exhausting himself over Mrs. White's condition. And this was what he got?

He refused to let his reputation be ruined by some young upstart, so he snapped, "If Mr. Andres doubts my medical ability, then Mrs. White's ongoing care should be handled by someone else."

He shot Butler Tanner a pleading look.

Tanner kept his gaze lowered, expression serene—making it clear he wouldn't interfere.

Mr. Andres wasn't a fool. If Miss Vance didn't have real ability, she wouldn't have earned his trust.

To Tanner, Dr. Foster's repeated opposition—just because his philosophy differed—looked like arrogance, not professionalism.

Molly, surprisingly, tried to rescue him. "Mr. Andres… terminating Dr. Foster's contract—shouldn't you think it over more carefully?"

Andres didn't budge. "No."

Molly's chest tightened with frustration, and she lashed out at Maeve instead. "Miss Vance, your medicine doesn't look like it's doing anything. It's been a while and Mrs. White is still unconscious."

Maeve, lounging and scrolling her phone, lifted her head and gave Molly a single look.