The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei
Chapter 595

Chapter 595

Both of them were shocked to see each other.

Renee had conflicting emotions regarding her ex-mother-in-law. On the one hand, Renee hated her, and on the other hand, Renee sympathized with her for having lost two sons in a row.

But Francine also had conflicting emotions regarding her former daughter-in-law.

From her initial dislike and disgust of Renee, to appreciation, and later on, to hatred - it was enough to write a novel that was millions of words in length!

"Good evening, Ms. Milford."

Renee swallowed awkwardly and greeted Francine, "Fancy... running into you here."

"Someone told me the light in my son's room was turned on so I rushed over to check, but turns out it's just you..."

Francine's eyes were filled with both hatred and sadness, which gradually turned into gloom. She lowered her head and said, "Sure enough, there are no miracles in this world."

Renee was a mother too, so her chest tightened hearing that. She comforted Francine softly, "My condolences. Don't be too sad."

"I don't need your condolences!"

Francine, who was originally quite calm, suddenly grabbed Renee's arm with bloodshot eyes and said emotionally, "You know my son's not dead. He's excellent and perfect; there's no way he would die so easily!"

'Tell me honestly, are you and Stefan hiding something from me? He's not dead, is he? He's just hiding somewhere to plot something big. He doesn't want anyone to know where he is because he's worried that it might mess up his plan, so he keeps his whereabouts a secret."

"But you're different. You're the woman he cares about the most. Although he pretended not to care about you for the past four years, I'm his mother, so I know he never got over you. He lost control the moment he found out that you're back. He definitely wouldn't lie to you... Tell me, where is Stefan?"

Francine gripped Renee's arm so tightly that it hurt, but Renee could not bear to push away a grieving mother who was on the verge of mental breakdown. She could only explain helplessly, "Ms. Milford, you got it all wrong. I'm just an insignificant old acquaintance to Stefan. If he really is plotting something big, he wouldn't tell me. If I were you, I would interrogate Briar Desrosiers instead. She's his true love."

"Says who? You used to be married to Stefan. Based on your understanding of him, do you really think he would fall in love with a woman like Briar?"

"Why not? Briar's a poor, helpless girl. She's like a modern day Snow White. A slight frown from her is enough to shatter your son's heart and make him lose the ability to n.ove.lx.o distinguish right and wrong. He would do anything for her. How is that not true love?"

"Your power of imagination is incredible. You should have become a screenwriter."

Francine was dumbstruck. She looked at Renee like she was looking at a fool.

She thought that, because Renee was such a smart woman, she must have known what Stefan was truly thinking, but it turned out she was just guessing wildly!

"Stefan might as well be a block of wood in matters of the heart. He doesn't know how to express his feelings at all. Even if he tries to, people often misunderstand what he means. I'll tell you honestly. Even after all these years, he has never gotten over you, but he's an arrogant man so he doesn't want to admit that, so he acts as if he doesn't care about you at all. In the end, the only one who gets hurt is himself..."

Francine now had a painful look on her face. 'That fool. Maybe he himself doesn't realize that he's long fallen in love with you."

Renee smiled wryly and said, "What's the point of saying these things now? He won't come back to life. Do you want me to die for him?"

'What I'm trying to say is, he's definitely still alive. The story between you isn't over yet, so he definitely won't let himself die..."

"So?"

"So he must have left clues for you. You just haven't noticed yet!"

"Clues?"

Renee frowned as if she had suddenly recalled something!

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