Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 277

Maeve didn't really have the heart to tell Sofia the truth: she also wanted to test a new drug.

Speeding up bone repair and regrowth was the latest breakthrough from her lab—already in the human-trial phase.

So far the data looked promising. The safety profile was high.

The trade-off was ugly, though.

When shattered bone started knitting and growing at that speed, the patient didn't just "feel discomfort." They suffered.

And the results… were almost unreal.

Sofia could barely put words to what she was feeling.

"If I can walk normally again, I'm willing to try the second plan."

Maeve held her gaze. "It really will hurt."

Sofia gave a short, bitter laugh. "I'm not afraid of dying. You think I'm afraid of pain?"

All she wanted was her old life back.

Losing her legs had hurt worse than losing a life.

Maeve wasn't one for speeches.

"Fine. If you're choosing plan two, I'll start as soon as I can."

She lifted a finger to her lips. "But before we do, you have to promise me something."

"The fact that I'm treating your legs stays between us."

"Not Tanner. Not Dr. Foster. Not Whitty. Nobody."

Sofia frowned at first—then her expression shifted into sudden understanding.

"You want to surprise them."

Maeve thought, I really don't.

She didn't want the attention. She didn't want the trouble. If word got out that she could do things medicine wasn't supposed to do, people would start lining up at her door until the hinges broke.

She was lazy like that. She hated social obligations. Hated them.

Sofia had no idea what was going through Maeve's head.

Ever since Maeve's fever medicine had worked like a miracle, Sofia trusted her with a kind of blind faith.

Mostly because the recovery had been so dramatic that even picky, hard-to-impress Dr. Foster had called Maeve's medicine "a godsend" more than once.

Sofia liked talking to her, so she kept her there, chatting about everyday things.

At some point, Sofia remembered something important.

Maeve wasn't just her friend's daughter—she was also, officially, her future daughter-in-law.

A daughter-in-law visiting the house needed a proper gift.

So Sofia had box after box brought out—pearls, emeralds, diamonds, entire matched sets—laid out in front of Maeve like a private jewelry show.

"Maeve, all of these are for you. And there's more in the bank vault."

"When I have time, I'll have someone bring it all over. Take whatever you like—take all of it."

Staring at the dozens upon dozens of glittering sets, Maeve's mouth twitched.