Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 811

After the birthday party, Vivian quietly shuttled between the company and home, harboring no other thoughts.

Or perhaps she temporarily had none or maybe it was the calm before the storm.

The servants silently served dinner and retreated without daring to lift their heads.

Vivian ate gracefully, but before she'd taken more than a few bites, commotion erupted from the courtyard.

Mr. Wilson had returned.

She dabbed her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and walked outside to greet him.

However, she keenly noticed that Mr. Wilson seemed to be in a foul mood, his expression as dark as storm clouds.

Vivian hesitated, calling out somewhat anxiously, "Grandfather, you—"

Before she could finish, Mr. Wilson strode over and slapped her face without mercy.

The sharp crack echoed as Vivian clutched her cheek, staring at him in disbelief.

mentioned, flew into a

she'd been struck, but an ominous feeling crept into

figure still radiated fury—slapping her hadn't been enough

a deep breath and

after closing the study door did Mr. Wilson turn around, demanding furiously, "How does Zachary know about West Ridge? What else are you hiding from

hadn't even verified

knew his granddaughter

that case, the slap

said quietly, "I'm sorry, Grandfather. It was my fault, but! thought he hadn't found any evidence yet,

you saying Zachary

at

shook her head. "He

anything or not, he can't

control her rising panic, instinctively asking,

Wilson could roughly

glared at her with disappointment. "Have you forgotten how he treated

"I haven't forgotten, Grandfather. You misunderstood—I have no intention