Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 350

Sitting in it was Ariana, disguised as Mrs. White.

To avoid triggering Natalia's suspicions, Andres addressed Ariana first.

"Mother."

Ariana played along flawlessly.

"Andres," she said warmly, "I hear you've found a miracle doctor for my legs. Is this the young lady?"

Ariana looked Natalia over as if assessing her carefully.

Natalia examined Ariana at the same time, thinking: "So this is Mrs. White?"

"Society lady" didn't begin to cover it.

Ariana carried herself with the kind of quiet, understated luxury that cost a fortune without trying.

And it wasn't just the clothes—her posture, her expression, the controlled calm in her eyes. Not a crack anywhere.

Ariana performed the role of a low-profile, old-money matriarch with terrifying perfection.

Andres introduced them. "This is Natalia. Some people call her the Shadow Healer."

"She's highly skilled—supposedly capable of treating even the toughest conditions."

Then he turned to Natalia. "This is my mother. After the car accident, she's lost all feeling in her legs."

"Go take a look. Tell me if there's any chance at all."

Andres didn't actually expect anything.

In his mind, a fraud was a fraud.

Natalia was just using "medical skill" as a ticket into Azure Bay.

To his surprise, she didn't flinch.

She walked straight to Ariana, bent down, and tapped along her legs with a small reflex hammer.

"Ma'am, can you feel anything here? Or here?"

Ariana shook her head. "Nothing."

Andres exchanged a look with Maeve—as if asking: "Is she testing Ariana to see whether she's real?"

Maeve answered with her eyes: "That's exactly what she's doing."

Natalia could act airheaded all she wanted—she wasn't stupid.

He'd assumed Natalia was here to scam them. Did she actually know what she was doing?

Natalia turned toward Andres with a triumphant look. "I can treat her. This can be cured."

Even knowing Natalia had ulterior motives, Andres felt his heart jerk with hope.

If Ariana's legs could be treated…

Did that mean his real mother's legs could be treated too?

Maeve remained the calmest person in the room.

"Natalia," she said, "what's your treatment plan from here?"

Natalia didn't seem interested in hiding it.

She held up three fingers.

"Give me three months," she said confidently. "And I guarantee she'll walk again."

The room went dead quiet.

Three months—turning paralysis into recovery—was the kind of claim that would send shockwaves through the entire medical community.