Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 941

That night, Andres and Maeve opened their hearts and talked about many things, their relationship silently taking another step forward.

It truly proved the saying: when it came to human interactions, sincerity was the ultimate weapon.

After staying at the old manor to keep Sofia company for two days, the short New Year's holiday finally came to an end on the third day.

Feeling Andres's deep care and dedication, Maeve made a decision after leaving the manor.

She brought Andres to The Quiet Garden and opened up the long-sealed Cold Storage.

Charlie Wilson's body lay quietly inside a crystal coffin.

It was the first time Andres had gotten to know a stranger in such a manner.

The word 'stranger' didn't actually feel appropriate.

In some inexplicable way, he felt as if he had shared a profound spiritual connection with Charlie for a long time, as if there was some mysterious bond between them.

Seeing Charlie lying motionless in the crystal casket, a sudden, inexplicable dull ache spread across Andres's chest.

His right hand subconsciously pressed against the uncomfortable spot, but the dull pain didn't ease; instead, it grew more and more intense.

Maeve caught a glimpse of this subtle movement.

"In that exact same spot, he is empty inside."

Andres didn't dare to dwell on what Charlie must have gone through at that time.

He was only twenty-six when he died.

The prime of one's life wasn't meant for lying alone in this freezing place, but for building a family and a career.

For anyone, it was an absolute catastrophe.

"What exactly happened back then?"

Andres didn't expect Maeve to answer this abrupt question.

After all, death was never a pleasant subject, and recounting it over and over again was akin to rubbing salt in a wound.

"Bayside City's medical system went through a massive overhaul two years ago. Have you heard about it?"

Andres glanced at Maeve.

"They tried every possible way to kill me. Right when K's identity was about to be exposed, Charlie sacrificed himself to take the fall."

"The day he died was April Fool's Day. I always thought it was just God playing a sick joke on me."

Upon learning the exact date of Charlie's death, Andres suddenly looked up at Maeve.

"When did you say he died?"

Maeve's tone was heavy.

"Two years ago. April first, April Fool's Day."

Andres's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, a vague memory surfacing in his mind.

"Maeve, you might not believe me, but the day Charlie died was the exact day I fell severely ill."

"You always thought my illness was because of Nancy, but it truly had absolutely nothing to do with her."

"I remember now. That day, the company had a very important meeting waiting for me. I wasn't feeling well, so I rested in my office."

"After I fell asleep, I had a very strange dream. In the dream, someone whose face I couldn't see clearly told me he was leaving."