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."

"So, Deanna,

doctor had told her that the ailment she'd suffered from for decades was finally almost gone. As long as

on instinct, "Mr. Burton, your

shifted to

picking medicinal herbs for me, trying to make a special spray for you. She still has the

to look at Stella's hand. Sure enough, there was a faint, silvery scar on the back of her

time in the restaurant, when Keen had

ovel

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

of

His gaze toward Stella

when she looked at Keen, her face remained utterly calm,

the first time, he wondered if agreeing to the divorce had

Burton's quiet voice

always wanted to meet her relatives. Unfortunately, despite everything she's done for all of you, not

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

this time, cut her off. "Deanna, when I first brought you the medicine, I asked if you wanted to meet Mr. Burton. You

no words came. She remembered saying exactly