The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

There was no hope left for The Wilkinson Group now.

Jasper stood frozen in place, too intimidated to say another word.

Mr. Burton turned his gaze on Deanna. "You're Stella's former mother-in-law?"

Deanna immediately understood that Mr. Burton hadn't come here to make friends. He was here to settle old scores.

Her face fell. Forcing an awkward smile, she nudged Keen forward. "Yes. Mr. Burton, this is Stella's son, Keen."

Keen greeted him politely. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Burton."

Mr. Burton inclined his head in a noncommittal nod, barely sparing Keen a glance before turning his attention back to Deanna.

"You know, I actually have you to thank for meeting Stella."

Deanna blinked in surprise. "Thank me?"

He nodded. "If it weren't for that chronic migraine problem of yours, Stella never would have gone to such lengths to find me. She begged me for medicine for half a year to help cure your stubborn illness."

Deanna, did the

Burton himself. She'd taken that medicine for two years, and after a checkup, her doctor had told her that the

blurted out, almost on instinct, "Mr. Burton,

to where

medicinal herbs for me, trying to make a special spray for you. She

turned to look at Stella's hand. Sure enough, there was a faint, silvery scar on the back of her hand-one no one had ever

the restaurant,

ovel

bottle to save him. So that's where it

result of

help. His gaze toward Stella

expressionless, as if surrounded by strangers. Even when she looked at

time, he wondered if agreeing to the divorce had been a terrible

quiet voice broke the

relatives. Unfortunately, despite everything she's done for

with tears. She rushed to defend herself. "Mr. Burton, it's

her off. "Deanna, when I first brought you the medicine, I asked if you wanted to meet Mr. Burton. You told me, 'Why bother meeting

words came. She remembered saying exactly