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.

of what Zachary had mentioned, flew into a rage. "Come to the study with me,"

why she'd been struck, but

retreating figure still radiated fury—slapping her hadn't been enough to quell his

took a deep breath and followed him

"How does Zachary know about West Ridge? What else are you hiding from

hadn't even verified the facts

granddaughter well enough to

case, the slap had been

was my fault, but!

you

what happened at West

hesitated and shook her head. "He

turned vicious. "Whether he's found anything or not, he can't be

control her rising panic, instinctively asking, "Grandfather, what are you planning

Wilson could roughly

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

her lips together stubbornly. "I haven't forgotten, Grandfather. You misunderstood—I have no intention of reconciling with him. I just want