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."

his eyes cool. "So, Deanna, did the medicine work

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

on instinct, "Mr. Burton, your medicine...

Burton's gaze shifted to where

Your mother once cut her hand picking medicinal herbs for me,

Sure enough, there was a faint, silvery scar on the back of her hand-one no one had ever really

eyes darkened. He remembered that time in the restaurant, when

ovel

a spray bottle to save him. So that's where it had

of

Burton's help. His gaze toward

surrounded by strangers. Even when she looked at Keen, her face

a sudden, inexplicable frustration. For the first time, he wondered if agreeing to the

Burton's quiet voice broke the

everything she's done for all of you, not a single one of you ever visited

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

medicine, I asked if you wanted to

no words came. She remembered saying