His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 371

Lana Guthrie listened to the conversation between Niamh Rivers and Elmer White, completely lost.

“What do you mean she saved you? Did she feed you some kind of miracle cure?”

Lana’s words made Niamh laugh.

If only such miracle cures actually existed.

Niamh had planned to keep the whole money situation from Lana, but Lana’s relentless questioning forced her hand. She had no choice but to tell the truth.

“Holy crap! Ten million dollars?!”

Lana’s booming voice made Niamh clap her hands over her ears.

Clearly, she’d need to buy the neighbors some fancy fruit baskets as an apology tomorrow.

“Elmer, your mom sure knows how to wring every last cent out of people, huh!”

Elmer ducked his head, looking embarrassed.

“Lana…”

Niamh nudged Lana with her elbow, signaling her to tone it down.

She’d known that once Lana found out she’d paid so much for Elmer’s medical bills, there’d be no end to the complaints about his parents.

Niamh had always felt responsible for Elmer’s accident.

It was only natural that his parents struggled to accept that their brilliant son had ended up in a coma after getting involved in her mess, just to retrieve a lucky charm for her.

The cost of caring for someone in a coma was astronomical, a bottomless pit that could swallow even a wealthy family. There was no telling when—or if—Elmer would ever wake up.

Since she received annual dividends from FY, Niamh considered it only right to use that money for Elmer’s treatment, to ease the burden on his family. Even if the accident hadn’t been her fault, she would have done it for Elmer—he was, after all, one of her closest friends.

After Lana’s outburst, Elmer grew noticeably quiet.

In truth, after waking up, his parents hadn’t told him that Niamh had covered his enormous medical bills.

But Elmer wasn’t stupid. During rehab, he’d secretly checked his family’s finances.

The houses, cars, land, business accounts—nothing was missing.

So where had all the money for his year and a half of top-tier care in Port Solaris come from?

He received the best medical treatment available, yet his family hadn’t spent a dime. That couldn’t be right.

As far as he could tell, there was only one person who would have done this—Niamh.

Still, he didn’t rush to see her or ask his parents about it.

He didn’t trust them.

Elmer had been in a coma for a year and a half, and then spent another six months in rehab—a medical miracle in itself.

But an even stranger thing had happened.

He’d come out of it sharper than ever.

And divorced.

Though Elmer had dug up some information about her, he didn’t know everything.

Why had Niamh married Jonathan Thomas in the first place?

He didn’t believe it was just for the money.

Niamh had always carried a torch for her first love—the very reason she’d turned him down when he confessed his feelings. But even for that, there was no reason for her to marry Jonathan.

Unless…

Elmer’s fingers tightened around his beer can, crumpling the aluminum with a soft crackle.

He relaxed his grip and forced a polite, gentle smile.

The night wore on.

Niamh’s house, however, was anything but quiet.

Lana was out cold, snoring like a freight train.

Niamh and Elmer lifted her from the living room couch and carried her to the guest bed, finally restoring peace to the house.

Now, the living room was quiet.

“You okay?” Elmer asked, noticing Niamh’s restless expression. “You look like you can’t sleep.”