Chapter Fifty-Nine: Conceited

Adrian M. Knox

There was something he was missing. Adrian couldn't place his finger on it, but there was definitely something missing.

Ruby’s mother, who hated her, wanted her. The same woman who valued perfectionism wanted her desperately enough to tarnish her own name in high society with a court trial.

See, a mother who could care less about the daughter they insisted was better off not being born, would have simply taken the payoffs given by the Clive families and vanished to minimise more scandals and avail a possible comeback, but...she didn’t.

Something was off, and simply getting him divorced to be vindictive was not it.

So then what? What about his wife made the great Amélie Clive desperate for her Mallory?

Surely, it couldn’t be the same thing keeping him glued to her; that would be sick.

His hand reached the door’s knob, holding it open for her, and for a second, his mind flashed to the last time they walked through the same door together—she was unconscious, bloody, and sh