The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Mr. Burton asked, "Where did you get this ointment?”

Stella Cameron hesitated for a moment before answering, "Keen gave it to me."

Mr. Burton nodded. “I think Keen meant well. He must have been misled by someone."

Stella looked at him, puzzled. "Why do you say that?"

He explained, “This ointment is very carefully formulated. The ingredients are the sort that only a highly skilled doctor could put together. There's no way a mistake with the recipe would just happen by accident."

Stella understood what he was implying.

The extra ingredient in the ointment—it was probably added on purpose. And the reason? To make sure she'd be left with a scar.

Keen O'Brien would never do something like this. The most likely person behind it... was Rachel Pearce. Mr. Burton continued, “Luckily, you haven't been using it for too long. If you had, once the scar formed, it would be almost impossible to get rid of—except maybe with surgery later.”

"Thank you, Mr. Burton. I understand," Stella replied quietly.

He said, “Don't use this ointment anymore. I'll make a proper one for you when I get back."

Murphy that

warmth filled

to the hospital entrance. Watching his figure retreat into the evening, she hesitated, then called out, “Mr. Burton,

Burtons didn't always get along, Mr. Burton had never

know it wasn't you. That's not who you

been a doctor for a long time. I've seen enough life and death to know not to dwell

truly wasn't bothered,

in the hallway and called Keen.

have dinner yet?" she

ate. Did you eat,

did.” She paused before continuing, “Keen, I called because I wanted to ask-where did you

from a store," Keen

it to

moment of hesitation in his voice. "It was... it was

already

say anything about the ointment coming from him Since Dad and Mr. Richards were good friends, maybe it was okay to just say

for a