The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 467

"I'll visit you guys when I get the chance," Maeve said with a smile.

Wren's face lit up. "Alright, but be careful on your way. Call me as soon as you arrive, okay? And don't forget to bundle up- it's been so unpredictable lately. Don't go catching a cold. Oh, and also...."

She kept going, rattling off reminders about little things. Maeve, who had never been doted on like this by her own mother, felt a warmth she wasn't used to. Despite not knowing each other for long, Wren's love felt genuine. Maeve couldn't help herself anymore. She leaned in, wrapped her arms around Wren, and whispered, "Thank you, Mom."

Wren froze for a moment, then her eyes turned glassy as they filled with tears.

Later, as Maeve boarded her flight at noon, she had this nagging feeling she'd forgotten something. She couldn't put her finger on it, though.

Probably just her usual nerves-whenever she traveled, it always felt like she was leaving something behind.

>Meanwhile, over at the Trazir headquarters, Zephyr had been standing at the entrance for nearly half an hour, checking his

phone over and over. 'Did I mix up the time? Or worse, did I get stood up again?'

Maeve, blissfully unaware of any of this, landed at Kleymond Airport that evening. She sent a quick text to Byron to let him know she'd arrived, then spotted the car he'd arranged to pick her up. She walked over, handed her suitcase to the driver, and slid into the backseat.

"Who the hell changes the date of a big drill without telling me?" came a sharp, cold voice. "If anyone in my team tried that, I'd have them fired on the spot. Save the excuses. That doesn't fly with me." The icy tone hit Maeve like a bucket of cold water. She stiffened in her seat, glancing toward the source of the voice.

The man turned to look at her, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, like he was sizing her up for a fight. His entire presence screamed danger.

After a beat, his expression shifted slightly. "You?" His voice dropped, laced with confusion. "Why are you in my car?"

"Mr. Soar, are you sure this isn't my car?" Maeve asked, her voice a little shaky. His intense stare wasn't helping her nerves.

next, he seemed like something straight out of a nightmare-like a demon who'd survived

seat, his frown deepening. "You didn't even check whose car it was before hopping in? Are you always this reckless? Seriously careless." Maeve blinked, stunned by his tone. 'What is his deal?' She

also something familiar about his tone, though she couldn't quite place where she'd heard it before. Still, his reaction seemed over the top for a simple mistake. Something was off, and she didn't want to

and wasn't thinking straight," Maeve stammered, grabbing her handbag. "I didn't mean to bother you.

and laced with

genuinely confused. "I was in there for less than a minute. What could

GU

her for a beat, then

Maeve muttered, practically running

halfway across the parking lot, she realized she'd forgotten her suitcase. Groaning, she turned around

shook his head and

Jason and Ryan sat in the living room,

deep in conversation with the doctor by the window when Maeve arrived. Will spotted her first, his face lighting up as

back!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms

tightly and glanced around. "Where's

great-grandfather, trying acupuncture. But-" His voice

him. When she looked up, her gaze met Byron's. He turned from the window, and the coldness in his expression softened, replaced by the faintest trace of a

his usually crisp collar-a clear sign that Gilbert's condition

tightened her hold on

stable for now. The medical team finalized a treatment plan. As long as we stay on top of the follow-up care, his life shouldn't be

of relief, though Maeve knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy. Gilbert might survive, but

home and grab you some clothes and toiletries," Maeve offered. "Is there anything else you need me to

much trouble, swing by the office and grab the red document from

file, got it," Maeve