The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 83

The room was abuzz with a chorus of outraged voices, but they all fell silent as their attention shifted to Neville, the speaker.

With a casual smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, Neville spoke slowly, "So, do you believe everything people say? If I told you this lady here is nothing more than a homewrecker, not actually suffering from any terminal illness, but just fishing for sympathy, would you believe that too?"

The crowd exchanged puzzled glances, momentarily at a loss for words.

Neville continued, calm and composed, "If you don't know the full story, maybe it's best not to jump to conclusions. Just because someone seems vulnerable, it doesn't mean they're in the right. And those you perceive as weak might not be weak at all."

He chuckled knowingly, "I've never seen a so-called weak person stir up a crowd with just a few words."

The expressions of those around shifted, a mix of realization and uncertainty.

Rachel, flustered, attempted to explain, "Mr. Connolly, you've got it wrong, I wasn't trying to manipulate anyone..."

"No need to rush, Ms. Pearce.

a wry look, adding, "Ms. Pearce, the dishes are served. Why not sit down and chat? If I recall correctly, Star never said

of stock, or there's some other reason, and here you are making a fuss... People who know might think

to

refusing to share... I thought it

why, just started crying. Is she too eager,

lady's mother-in-law... So

brow, his deep, intense gaze

I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to help you. I know I'm clumsy

softened, her smile a little sad. "Haynie, you and Ms. Cameron should talk it out. I won't get

the door. Her slender figure exuded an air of melancholy, stirring a sense of