As the older woman spoke, the other two nearby also chimed in.
One of them, a woman in her thirties holding a child, said enviously, "Your husband is so handsome and treats you so well, you're really lucky."
There was something else they left unsaid.
Even if they didn't understand top world-class brands or how expensive custom-made clothes could be, just by looking at Damian Sinclair's demeanor and attire, they could tell he was wealthy.
Handsome, wealthy, and good to his wife—such a good man is hard to find even if you search high and low.
They spoke quickly, and Bella Acker glanced to the side at Damian Sinclair, who had heard but acted indifferent. She whispered, "No, we're not like that..."
"Let's go." Before she could finish, Damian interrupted her.
Damian took hold of her wrist and, without further ado, led her out of the doctor's office.
Bella was a bit anxious, "They misunderstood our relationship. You should let me explain it to them."
