Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 361

Daisy never thought she'd see the day Maeve gave her a gift.

It was a tiny box, small enough to fit in her palm. When she opened it, she found three black pills nestled inside.

Daisy blinked, momentarily dumbfounded.

"Maeve… what are these?"

Maeve didn't bother with small talk.

"The herbs you gave me helped my research a lot."

"These pills are for your dad. They might help his heart."

Daisy's eyes went wide.

"Y-you… how did you know my dad's heart isn't great?"

She hardly ever talked about her family. People only knew she was a scholarship kid living on assistance—no one knew much about who she had at home or what her life looked like behind closed doors.

The Duke family had once been known for medicine—generations of healers—except it was as if some kind of curse had shadowed their bloodline.

Anytime someone in the family made a living from medicine, sickness followed. Sometimes even death.

By Daisy's generation, there was only her and her father left.

And as his heart condition worsened, Daisy couldn't stop the thought that one day soon she might end up truly alone.

So the fact that Maeve—someone she'd only met twice—had just named the exact thing Daisy kept hidden…

It rattled her.

Maeve gave a quiet, almost amused laugh. "Relax. I'm not interested in your private life."

"I'm giving you those three pills because I genuinely appreciate what you gave me that day."

"A few of those plants helped more than you realize."

"And where I come from, you don't take a gift without returning one."

The first time Daisy told her the herbs in her family garden weren't for sale, Maeve had realized the Duke family was keeping something close.

Maeve had studied Daisy carefully—kindhearted, worn down by life, the sort of girl who kept going even when she shouldn't have had to.

So she texted back: I'll go after school.

Andres: My car's already outside your campus. I'll go with you.

Maeve: Give me fifteen minutes.

As she neared the gates, she spotted Mateo Fulton arguing with a girl.

On a closer look, the girl was Leah Ford—the same one Maeve had slapped a few times.

Daisy had mentioned Leah was "on medical leave" lately.

Judging by how lively she looked—no bruises left, plenty of energy to fight—Leah's "illness" seemed to have cured itself.

When Maeve approached at an unhurried pace, both Mateo and Leah fell silent.

Ever since Leah had made Maeve an enemy, her gaze came preloaded with hostility.

She shot Maeve a vicious glare, then raised her voice at Mateo.

"I'm not well. I'm still on leave. Songwriting, composing—whatever you want to call it—go find someone else."