Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 257

Andres looked to Maeve, as if asking permission.

Maeve nodded.

Even if he hadn't suggested staying, she hadn't planned to leave tonight anyway. She needed to watch Sofia's reaction after taking the medication.

Some truths sounded cruel out loud, but Sofia was, in a sense, one of her test cases.

A chance like this didn't come along often. Maeve wasn't about to waste it.

Andres had no idea what she was thinking.

He only knew she was willing to stay—and for some reason that made him quietly, irrationally happy.

Not long after lunch, Sofia drifted off to sleep.

They slipped out of the bedroom. Andres instructed the maids stationed outside the door to keep a close eye on Sofia—if she felt unwell in any way, they were to tell him immediately.

Only once they were out in the hallway did Andres speak sincerely. "Maeve, thank you for coming with me today."

Maeve didn't respond.

The moment she stepped out of the main house, her gaze locked onto a fountain in the distance.

White Manor was laid out like an old European estate—classic architecture threaded with modern luxuries. The musical fountain was one of them.

Andres, still waiting on an answer, followed her line of sight. "What are you looking at?"

Maeve stared for a long time before pulling her eyes away. She tipped her chin toward it. "Whose idea was that thing?"

He frowned. "Is something wrong with it?"

The fountain had been built last year. At night, with lights and music, it became a showpiece.

Maeve asked, "Why build a fountain there?"

"To cheer my mom up."

Andres sucked in a sharp breath.

"I asked a consultant," he said quickly. "He told me that location was a money-attracting hex—perfect for a fountain. The circulating water represents cash flow, money coming in nonstop."

"And the koi in the pond were supposed to symbolize vitality and prosperity."

Andres wasn't careless about this kind of thing. He'd done research before approving the fountain.

Maeve poured cold water on his confidence anyway. "I'm not saying your location choice is bad. The problem is your mother's chart."

"A fountain acts as a lightning rod for negative energy, and it's bleeding into her life force."

She walked closer, pulled out the click pen she always carried, and spun it between her fingers a few quick turns.

When it slowed to a stop, she pointed precisely at a spot. "Have someone dig right there. You might get a surprise."

Andres glanced toward Murray. "Go get Warren. Tell him what's going on—and keep it quiet."