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..."

rush, Ms. Pearce. I'm just making a point, having

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

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

crowd finally began to

out, not refusing to share... I thought it was

why, just started crying. Is she too eager, or just

her, it's for that lady's mother-in-law... So why is she so anxious?

furrowed his brow, his deep,

welled up in her eyes, and she murmured, "Haynie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. I just

sad. "Haynie, you and Ms. Cameron should

walked toward the door. Her slender figure exuded