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

Stella delivered every month came from Mr. Burton himself. She'd taken that medicine for two years, and after a checkup, her doctor had told her that the ailment she'd suffered from for decades was finally almost gone. As long as she kept her spirits up and continued with some additional medication, it was

out, almost on instinct, "Mr. Burton, your medicine... it

to where Keen

me, trying to make a special spray for you. She still has

a faint, silvery scar on the back of her hand-one no one

restaurant, when Keen had an allergic reaction and

ovel

bottle to save him. So

of her

Mr. Burton's help. His gaze toward Stella grew

looked at Keen, her face remained utterly calm,

inexplicable frustration. For the first time, he wondered if

Burton's quiet voice broke the

wanted to meet her relatives. Unfortunately, despite everything she's done for all of you,

eyes filled with tears. She rushed to defend herself. "Mr. Burton, it's not that we didn't want to

"Deanna, when I first brought you the medicine, I asked if you wanted to

her mouth, but no words