Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 1156

"Because the mastermind behind this explosion is your precious daughter."

Faye finally grasped the sheer horror of the situation.

"Nancy, did you hire someone to blow up Maeve?"

Nancy was still mourning her shattered prosthetic eye.

"Mom, don't listen to his nonsense. Why would I do something like that?"

"But if she did get blown up, I honestly think we should throw a party."

Simon stared at her like he was looking at a corpse.

"Don't think that just because you refuse to admit it, no one will trace this back to you. You've already witnessed exactly how ruthless and vindictive Andres White can be."

"Did having three of your fingers severed by Luke not teach you a single damn lesson?"

Nancy glared viciously at Simon.

"Are you even my brother? You side with outsiders every single time. Don't forget that I am your own flesh and blood."

Simon didn't want to waste another breath on his brainless sister.

"Mom, prepare a crisis management strategy. The day the Grover family files for bankruptcy is rapidly approaching."

He genuinely wondered what horrible sins he had committed in a past life to be reincarnated into the toxic wasteland of the Grover family.

Dropping that final, helpless warning, Simon refused to stay in this suffocating house for another second.

Faye stared hard at Nancy. "Tell me the truth. Did you plan the bombing?"

Nancy smiled brightly. "If you say I did, then sure."

Inside Azure Bay Villa, Andres lay in bed looking incredibly feeble.

His torso and arms were wrapped in various layers of bandages, making him look tragically battered.

Maeve sat by his bedside with a sorrowful expression, fake tears pooling in her eyes.

"Whitty, you don't have much time left. If you have any last words, you better say them now."

Andres slowly reached out and rested his hand on Maeve's pregnant belly, his voice coming out as a raspy whisper.

"Go to sleep. Right now. You've been clinging to me for three days and three nights straight."

Andres looked visibly upset.

"Honey, do you not love me anymore?"

Maeve reached down and pinched him hard right on one of his "wounds."

"That's enough acting for one day. You barely got a scratch. Stop being such a dramatic baby."

It had been a full three days since the explosion, yet Andres was still fully immersed in his tragic victim routine.

His favorite pastime was pretending to be on his deathbed to farm sympathy, acting like a fragile prince.

Pinched right on his injury by his wife, Andres let out a genuine, pained howl.

"Honey, that hurts!"

Maeve twisted the skin a little harder. "If you keep whining, I'll make it hurt a lot more."

It was true what they said: you couldn't spoil a man too much. Give them an inch, and they'd take a mile.