Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1142

"I just haven't had a good night's sleep in a few days," Serenity explained.

Maeve wanted to press further, but Andres gently intervened.

"Maeve, we're home now. Take a deep breath and calm down."

Maeve realized she was running on pure adrenaline.

Her family was her ultimate weakness; the slightest hint of danger sent her spiraling into a panic.

Serenity guided them to the living room and waited until they sat down before explaining.

"We've had a few minor hiccups over the last couple of days, and I've been letting them get under my skin."

"I kept my phone off because there were certain people I absolutely refused to talk to."

"As for your father, he's out handling a few things. He should be back soon."

Andres leaned forward slightly. "Does this 'minor hiccup' have something to do with your background, Serenity?"

Serenity looked surprised. "How did you know?"

Andres was, of course, making an educated guess.

"Julian mentioned it briefly the last time we spoke at the White Manor."

"He said you were still deeply bothered by how you ended up in an orphanage and wanted to uncover the truth about your birth family."

Serenity nodded slowly. "Everyone deserves to know where they came from."

If she couldn't even figure out her own origins, she felt like she'd be living a lie.

Andres glanced at Maeve, his eyes silently asking: *Since you're a master of the Mystic Order, why didn't you just use your skills to trace your mother's roots?*

Maeve read his expression perfectly.

"There's a rule in my line of work. We can't casually meddle in the fate of our direct bloodline. It brings bad luck to me, and even worse luck to my relatives."

Serenity patted her daughter's hand gently.

The Vance family ran a jewelry empire. While their wealth paled in comparison to the Reed family's, they were still incredibly wealthy by Evergreen's standards.

And that entire empire had been built from the ground up by Serenity's biological parents.

Tragically, they died in a plane crash before she even turned a year old, leaving her grandfather to raise her.

When she was three, her grandfather took her out to visit relatives. A chaotic accident occurred on the way, and the two were separated.

For decades, her grandfather lived with crushing guilt over losing his granddaughter.

Two months ago, he fell gravely ill. Before passing, he drafted a will leaving seventy percent of his assets to Serenity.

Of the remaining thirty percent, half was to be donated to orphanages.

The final fifteen percent was all that was left for Serenity's uncles to divide among themselves.

But he had set a brutal condition: they could only touch that fifteen percent if they managed to find Serenity.

If they failed to locate her within three years, his entire estate would go straight to charity.