Andres gave a nearly imperceptible nod. "She's my wife. I'll take care of her."
Over the next few days, Maeve stayed obediently at Azure Bay to recover.
Online, the rumors about her multiplied into more than a dozen "versions," and in every single one, Maeve was painted as pathetic, ugly in spirit, and somehow always in the wrong.
Version one: Maeve was The Morales Group's illegitimate daughter, and her mother killed herself after failing to marry into the family.
Twenty years later, Maeve returned with revenge in her blood to destroy the Morales family.
Version two: Maeve's mother was a low-rent hostess, nothing respectable, and she died of illness shortly after giving birth.
Maeve was raised in the countryside, and the harsh environment turned her greedy.
When she learned her half-brother needed a kidney, she exploited the Morales family's weakness and launched a revenge campaign.
Version three: Maeve used her "unfair" beauty to climb into the bed of a powerful Aethelburg big shot, buying herself a place at Aethelburg University—where her brilliant half-sister, Anya Morales, also studied.
During that time, the Morales family begged Maeve for help because of Ansel Morales's condition. Maeve demanded two billion.
They couldn't pay, so they negotiated her down to two hundred million.
After she got the money, Maeve turned around and refused to help anyway—and even used her powerful patron to sabotage Anya at every turn.
Version four—
"Stop reading that."
Andres pulled the phone out of Maeve's hands. "If you hadn't stopped me from stepping in, none of this garbage would be on any site."
From the day Maeve got sick until now, her world had shrunk to this luxurious bedroom.
It wasn't that Andres was restricting her—Maeve was simply so lazy that on her worst days she didn't even want to eat.
During recovery, her greatest entertainment had become scrolling through her own scandal threads. Every rumor had a new punchline.
"Don't take away my only source of joy," she complained.
Maeve lunged for the phone, but Andres blocked her with one hand and pushed her back onto the bed.
"It's so fake you'll go blind reading it."
He peeled back the comforter and tugged her gently. "Quit rotting in bed. I'm taking you to the garden for a walk."
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