The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 728

“Yes, your child’s still young. If you can’t go, you can’t go—it’s not the end of the world. But you, grown man that you are, shouldn’t you know how to look after your wife by now?”

“Honestly, you look respectable enough, but how can you be so heartless?”

The crowd hurled one accusation after another, and Haynes’s face darkened.

He blurted out, almost defensively, “She’s not my wife.”

He’d barely finished speaking before the crowd got even louder.

“She’s not your wife? Then why are you carrying her around like that?”

“Exactly! If she’s nothing to you, why are you the only one holding her?”

“And that little boy just now—isn’t he your son? He’s old enough, so you must have been married for years. If she isn’t your wife, what are you doing holding another woman like that? Are you cheating?”

Listening to this barrage of accusations, Haynes felt a surge of anger and frustration. How could they get it all so wrong?

He instinctively glanced at Stella, hoping she wouldn’t buy into their wild assumptions.

Noticing his look, Stella met his eyes.

“Mr. O’Brien, you should take Ms. Pearce to the hospital,” she said coolly. “Whatever the situation, leaving a woman in her condition behind is just wrong. Besides, out of all of us, who else could she possibly rely on, if not you?”

Haynes spoke without thinking. “You could come with me—”

Stella cut him off. “Mr. O’Brien, with all due respect, I’m not that close to Ms. Pearce. She came here for you, and now she’s in trouble. If you won’t take her yourself and expect the rest of us, strangers, to do it instead, does that make any sense to you?”

The crowd chimed in again, voices blending together in righteous indignation. “Of course not! It’s outrageous!”

“Imagine how he treats his wife at home if he’s acting like this in public.”

“He won’t even admit she’s his wife—just wants to parade around as single, trying to charm pretty women, I bet.”

Under the weight of their disapproving stares, the ambulance finally arrived.

Keen piped up, “Dad, you should go. Don’t worry about me—I’ll be fine, I can look after myself.”

The doctor explained, “Ms. Pearce needs to avoid overexertion and stay away from any risky activities for now. Rest is essential—keep her spirits up and let her recover.”

Once the doctor left, Rachel lowered her head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Haynie. My health keeps letting me down and causing you trouble.”

Haynes’s expression was unreadable, his tone cool. “If you knew you couldn’t handle it, why push yourself?”

Rachel’s voice was barely a whisper. “I just didn’t want to be the one to spoil everyone’s good time.”

He replied, voice soft but firm, “No one would have blamed you for sitting out.”

Rachel nodded meekly. “I understand… I won’t do it again.”

Haynes glanced at his watch. “Since you’re alright, I’ll be heading out now.”

Rachel looked up, startled. “Haynie, where are you going? You’re not leaving me here alone, are you?”