Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1017

Luke felt zero remorse for what he had done.

"Trading three of your fingers for my permanent freedom feels like a spectacular deal to me, Nancy."

He had spent the entire agonizing night pacing his room, wrestling with the impossible ultimatum.

On one side of the scale was his entire future; on the other was his sister's well-being.

When forced to make the final call, his own survival won out easily.

Just then, Nancy's phone chimed. Andres's chilling voice drifted through the line.

"Nancy. I hope my little gift is something you'll cherish forever."

She snatched the phone up, ready to scream every obscenity she knew, but Andres had already ended the call.

In a blind rage, she hurled the phone across the room, narrowly missing Faye, who had just sprinted through the door after hearing the screams.

Seeing her daughter's mangled fingers dripping blood onto the hardwood, Faye's eyes went wide with sheer horror.

"Nancy! What on earth happened?"

Nancy's eyes were blazing with unhinged fury, her pale lips trembling violently.

"Mom, you raised a real monster. He just deliberately crushed my fingers in the door!"

Faye turned purple with rage and slapped Luke sharply across the face.

Cradling his stinging cheek, Luke smirked coldly. "Three fingers for one slap. I'd say we're officially even, dear sister."

While the Grover household descended into complete pandemonium, Maeve was meticulously wrapping up the marathon heart transplant.

Despite the grueling five-and-a-half-hour timeline, Benjamin's second heart surgery had been an absolute triumph.

The moment she stepped back from the operating table, she mumbled a few post-op instructions to Dr. Evans before her vision went black and she essentially passed out on her feet.

Instead of dragging her back to Azure Bay, Andres booked a luxurious VIP suite right there in the hospital so she could crash instantly.

It was exactly what Maeve had requested before losing consciousness.

Chuckling softly, he tucked the blankets around her shoulders and quietly slipped out of the room.

A heart transplant patient generally needed a solid twenty-four hours to regain consciousness.

Dr. Evans assured him that Benjamin's vitals were stabilizing nicely, with zero signs of tissue rejection so far.

Staring through the intensive care window, Andres watched the steady rhythm of the heart monitor as Benjamin slept soundly.

Hans materialized beside him, speaking in a hushed tone.

"A private physician was called to the Grover estate early this morning. Likely fixing Nancy's little accident."

"It's been dead silent on their end since then. They're likely weighing their options and realize escalating this will only end in a bloodbath."

"Mr. White, do you want us to leak the footage and throw Luke to the police?"

Andres held up a hand. "Corner a rat, and it bites. Sit on the evidence for now."

"Luke is by far the dumbest of the bunch. If he had half a brain, he wouldn't have crippled his sister over a simple audio clip."