Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1138

First, that idiot Luke had ruthlessly crushed three of Nancy's fingers.

Then, an emergency bowel obstruction surgery had forced doctors to resect a portion of her intestines.

And just recently, that damn kid Ryan had permanently blinded one of her eyes with a slingshot.

Watching her daughter endure such relentless torment had shattered Faye. There was absolutely no way she would allow Nancy to be mutilated further.

Maeve simply shrugged her shoulders, her expression bored. "If that's your decision, feel free to hire someone else."

She turned to leave, but Faye lunged forward to block her path.

"You're not going anywhere."

Instantly, Murray and a wall of imposing bodyguards stepped between them, their overwhelming presence daring Faye to make a move.

Watching from the sidelines, Simon finally spoke up.

"Will taking one of Nancy's kidneys put her life at risk?"

Maeve shot him a mocking side-eye.

"You're supposed to be a top-tier medical expert. You tell me—does a standard kidney donation fatally endanger the donor?"

Simon's jaw tightened. "For an average person, the risk is minimal. But Nancy has survived two heart transplants."

His implication was clear: her fragile physiology was completely unpredictable.

The reminder that Nancy was walking around with Charlie's stolen heart made Maeve's blood run cold with fury.

"You don't need to worry about my professional integrity. As much as I despise her, I would never use an operating table to commit murder. It would ruin my flawless reputation."

Maeve glanced at her sleek designer watch, her tone dripping with impatience.

"Make your choice. His time is rapidly running out."

Looking through the glass at his dying son, Thatcher made the brutal, calculated decision. "Do it."

Meanwhile, recovering at home and waiting for her prosthetic eye, Nancy went absolutely ballistic when she heard the news. She trembled with pure rage.

"I don't give a damn if he dies! I am not giving up my kidney!"

Thinking only of her son fading away in the ICU, Faye had no patience for Nancy's hysterics.

He survived, but the trauma left his right leg permanently crippled.

Whether it was cosmic karma or a calculated coincidence, Barton's ruined leg mirrored Jasper's injury perfectly.

The crucial difference was that Jasper would be walking fine in a few months.

Barton would be dragging a cane for the rest of his miserable life.

The crash had ravaged his body so thoroughly that he would spend the next year bedridden, and the chronic nerve pain would flare in agony every time it rained.

His life was now an endless list of physical torment.

But Maeve couldn't care less. Her only job was keeping him breathing; his quality of life wasn't her problem.

As promised, Nancy survived the extraction. Aside from severe weakness, she remained stable.

When the anesthesia finally wore off, Nancy slowly opened her remaining eye.

The first thing she saw was Maeve sitting elegantly beside her bed.