Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 13

She turned sharply, shooting Evelyn a withering glare. "Only someone completely lacking in manners would shout and sling insults without any regard for the occasion. Is this really how a lady from a so-called distinguished family behaves? Well, I certainly can't compare, nor do I deserve your apology."

Evelyn was nearly shaking with rage. She desperately wanted to expose how, years ago, Willow had drugged her brother and ended up in his bed. But the last shreds of reason held her back—she couldn't do it!

If she said it out loud, she'd basically be confirming to everyone the connection between this woman and her brother.

Three years had passed, and Willow still hadn't dared contradict her brother's public claim that she was Mrs. Windsor. Evelyn absolutely couldn't let herself be manipulated into making the announcement for her.

Her eyes reddened with frustration. Gripping Major's hand, she glared at Willow and snapped, "Major, your professor's been completely fooled by this woman. There's nothing more to say. Let's go."

Major had been looking for an excuse to escape this hellish scene and didn't hesitate. "Absolutely," he agreed at once.

He wanted to turn back and apologize to Professor Holcomb and Dr. Sandra, but Evelyn was already dragging him out of the study before he could get a word in.

"What a mess. Absolutely ridiculous!" Holcomb huffed, flopping onto the sofa and tugging Willow down beside him. He squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Don't pay any attention to those lunatics. Geniuses always attract jealousy. None of this is your fault, you understand?"

"That's right, it's not your fault. But Willa, if you ever feel wronged or need support, promise you'll tell us," Ms. Whitmore said warmly, settling on Willow's other side and giving her a look full of concern.

Willow felt a gentle warmth in her chest. She even found herself comforting them in return. "I'm really fine. I haven't been hurt at all. Idle gossip can't bring me down."

She turned to Holcomb and added, "Today's your sixtieth birthday, Professor. Let's not let any of this ruin the mood."

Holcomb grunted approvingly. "Of course. Who do they think they are, anyway?"

He couldn't even remember the name of that particular student—clearly, not someone worth remembering.

Willow's heart skipped a beat.

She really hadn't told her professors anything about Beasley before. For one, it was a private matter—she couldn't just bring it up to her mentors out of the blue. And after they got married, Beasley insisted on keeping it secret. She wasn't allowed to tell anyone about their relationship.

Now that the divorce papers were signed, there was even less reason to talk about it.

So she simply said, "We've met a few times, but we're not close."

Ms. Whitmore's eyes never left Willow's face. She could tell Willow was lying, but she had no intention of exposing her. If Willa didn't want to talk about it, she must have her reasons. Ms. Whitmore just felt a pang of sympathy for her.

Sighing quietly to herself, Ms. Whitmore deliberately changed the subject. "Willa, didn't your father go to Riverstone City for some research last week? Do you know when he'll be back?"