Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 276

"Yes, Miss Vance. Going by the latest test results, Sofia's condition is noticeably better than it was a few weeks ago."

Maeve nodded.

"Dr. Foster, you can get back to work. I'd like a few minutes alone with Sofia."

Dr. Foster already knew Miss Vance wasn't just "a guest" in the White family—she was someone people listened to. He didn't argue.

"Of course. If you need anything, call."

When the room finally fell quiet, Sofia got straight to it.

"Maeve, is there something you wanted to tell me that you don't want anyone else hearing?"

Maeve crouched in front of Sofia's wheelchair and gently squeezed her calves.

"Do you feel anything?"

Sofia shook her head. "After the crash, everything below my knees was… done."

Then she slid her hand upward from her knee line, her voice flattening.

"Dr. Foster says if I don't have the legs amputated soon, the dead nerves will keep creeping up. Little by little."

Until it reached the point where it would take her life.

Maeve didn't waste time on sympathy. She rolled up Sofia's pant leg, revealing a lower limb that was thin, dry, and frighteningly underused.

She tipped a handful of silver needles out of a pen holder, then placed them with practiced precision into several points.

Maybe it was psychological—maybe it wasn't.

But as more needles went in around her knee, the joint that had been numb for so long began to throb with a faint, sour ache.

"Maeve… that spot hurts a little."

As the pain sharpened, a sheen of sweat broke across Sofia's forehead. Maeve could tell she was biting it back with everything she had.

About twenty minutes later, Maeve removed every needle.

"Keeping them will hurt so much you'll wonder if you've lost your mind."

Then she added, matter-of-fact:

"Based on your current numbers, you're looking at at least three months before you can stand and walk."

Sofia wasn't like the little boy Maeve had treated in Africa a year ago. That boy's tendons had still been connected; his case hadn't been nearly as complicated.

When Andres told Maeve he'd gone to Africa searching for "the Shadow Healer," she'd already started doing the math in her head.

Sofia's bones and tendons had been completely severed—and she'd spent over a year trying to recover conservatively, missing the best treatment window.

Sofia stared at her as if she couldn't trust her own ears. She grabbed Maeve by the shoulders.

"Did I hear you right? You're saying I still have a chance to stand?"

Maeve nodded. "Of course. As long as you still have legs, I'll find a way to get you back on your feet."

"Provided you can endure it. The pain will be so intense most people wouldn't last."