My Ex-Wife Remarried Me novel Chapter 416

A hush fell over the ballroom.

Even Millie, who was about to lash out at Kane, kept quiet after seeing the thunderous look on the latter's face.

"So that's why she didn't want to attend the ball with me?" he muttered.

The rising anger was like a blazing inferno that threatened to boil him from the inside out.

Karl silently agreed, but he did not dare to say that out loud.

Instead, he gestured at Kane's hand, from which a piece of broken glass shard was protruding.

"Mr.Ronin, are you all right...? You're bleeding."

His words fell on deaf ears as Kane stood.

"Excuse me" he addressed the crowd, "I have some matters to attend.Enjoy the rest of your evening."

The rest watched him leave in stunned silence.

None dared to question his abrupt departure, but the murderous look on his face had everyone speculating about what had happened.

Eager to write off the episode, Millie quickly found someone else as her beau for the night.

Meanwhile, Amora and Solomon were sitting face to face at a cafe.

She had assumed it would take another two hours before Kane returned from the ball.

By her calculations, there would be plenty of time for her to meet with Solomon and head back to the hotel with her roommate none the wiser.

Expressionless, she demanded, "Go on, what evidence do you have to prove that you are Yancy's son?"

Yancy Young was the best friend of Amora's mother, Heather.

Back in the day, Heather, Sharon, Matilda, and Yancy were the most well-known socialites in Avenport's upper class.

Coming from a long line of doctors and scholars respectively, Heather and Sharon were renowned for being as beautiful as they were accomplished.

Though somewhat lacking in the looks and talents department, Matilda was one of the wealthiest socialites in the city, thanks to the powerful Ronin family.

The Young family, too, was well endowed, having struck it rich from the real estate business.

With riches abound and coupled with good looks, Yancy had never been short of suitors over the years.

Her parents had intended her to marry one who was well-matched in social and economic status.

However, Yancy staunchly opposed to such an arrangement.

After several fights with her parents, she left home for several months, only to return with a bun in her oven.

To say that the rest of her family was displeased would be the understatement of the century.

The news had also sent the entire Avenport into upheaval.

She could recognize her mother's handwriting on the papers yellowed with age.

There was even a photograph of her mother with a young boy.

It's all true then.

The shaking had spread from her fingers to the rest of her body, while tears welled up in her eyes.

"Why didn't your mom want people to know who you are? What was she afraid of?"

"She was afraid that someone would try to kill me." Amora's eyes, still wet with tears, widened in shock.

"What? Do you mean the Youngs would..." Solomon shook his head.

"No, not the Youngs.It's my father.He's a man who would kill his own flesh and blood if it meant covering up his past mistake."

A sardonic laughter burst forth from his throat.

The mention of his father warped his expression into one of pure hatred and contempt.

At that moment, he looked more like a vengeful spirit than anything else.

It was the first time Amora saw him like this.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up at the sight.