The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 83

The room was abuzz with a chorus of outraged voices, but they all fell silent as their attention shifted to Neville, the speaker.

With a casual smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, Neville spoke slowly, "So, do you believe everything people say? If I told you this lady here is nothing more than a homewrecker, not actually suffering from any terminal illness, but just fishing for sympathy, would you believe that too?"

The crowd exchanged puzzled glances, momentarily at a loss for words.

Neville continued, calm and composed, "If you don't know the full story, maybe it's best not to jump to conclusions. Just because someone seems vulnerable, it doesn't mean they're in the right. And those you perceive as weak might not be weak at all."

He chuckled knowingly, "I've never seen a so-called weak person stir up a crowd with just a few words."

The expressions of those around shifted, a mix of realization and uncertainty.

Rachel, flustered, attempted to explain, "Mr. Connolly, you've got it wrong, I wasn't trying to manipulate anyone..."

But Neville cut her off with a teasing smile. "No need to rush, Ms. Pearce. I'm just making a point, having a bit of fun."

He gave her a wry look, adding, "Ms. Pearce, the dishes are served. Why not sit down and chat? If I recall correctly, Star never said she wouldn't share, just that she couldn't. Besides, the meds are for Star's mother-in-law. If she had them, why wouldn't she hand them over?"

"Maybe they're out of stock, or there's some other reason, and here you are making a fuss... People who know might think you're just asking for medicine, but others could totally assume something terrible happened to your family."

The crowd finally began to see the situation clearly.

"Oh, so she just ran out, not refusing to share... I thought it was intentional."