The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Chapter 239

Ten years had passed since the tragic accident that took Mr. Burton's wife from him. Since that fateful day, he had distanced himself from the rest of the Burton family, retreating to an old, worn-out clinic on the outskirts of town. His once warm demeanor had turned eccentric and prickly.

The clinic, nestled among aging buildings, rarely saw any patients. Few sought medical advice in such a secluded place, and those who did were often driven away by Mr. Burton's irritable nature. In fact, an entire year had gone by without him taking on a single patient.

But Mr. Burton didn't mind. He hadn't moved there to practice medicine, but rather to guard the cherished memories of his late wife. Yet, his extraordinary medical skills couldn't remain hidden forever; whispers of his talents eventually spread.

It was around this time that he met Stella. Throughout his long life, Mr. Burton had encountered countless people, but none quite like Stella. Her determination and willingness to work hard were unmatched. It made sense-without such tenacity, she couldn't have put up with her irresponsible husband for so long.

During her free time, Stella often visited the clinic, bringing along homemade treats. Mr. Burton wasn't the type to accept gifts politely if he didn't like them. If he found the treats unpalatable, he'd bluntly tell Stella that even a dog wouldn't eat such things.

smile, she'd ask, "Mr. Burton, what do you prefer? I'll try to do better next

and Stella diligently noted them down in a little book she kept just for him.

an extra pair for Mr. Burton. To Stella, Mr. Burton was

Burton family, Mr. Burton planned to give Stella a gift. But before he could do so,

said, lowering his voice conspiratorially,

chuckled. "Of course not. Does she look like someone who's seriously ill,

keep her secret? Why not expose

by her that they wouldn't believe it, even if I wore my vocal cords out. A few crocodile tears from her, and they're wrapped around her