Chapter 140

"Oh?" Ms. Johnson's expression shifted, the amusement fading from her voice as she coldly asked, "How so?"

"You wear your camellia ring on your pinky, avoiding all fingers associated with love," Renee explained.

"Ten years ago, your newlywed husband died in a car accident. There was actually another person at the scene—his lover, a woman who loved camellias. She died clutching a camellia your husband had given her. Even this Hillside Estates was a gift from your husband to her, bought with your money. Now it's your trophy."

Renee walked toward the burned garden, suddenly turning to face Ms. Johnson's icy expression.

She spoke softly, "Ms. Johnson, these flowers were blooming exceptionally well."

Ms. Johnson replied coldly, "Of course they were. They received special care. But what does this have to do with you burning them?"

"You come here every year, Ms. Johnson, canceling all work to lose yourself. I just thought it was a waste for a capable, bold woman like you. You don't even