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.

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

why she'd been struck,

her, heading upstairs. His retreating figure

took a deep breath and followed

demanding furiously, "How does Zachary know about

Wilson hadn't even verified

his granddaughter well

that case, the slap

was my fault, but! thought he hadn't found any evidence

deeply. "Are you saying Zachary already knows the

what happened at West Ridge back

and shook her head. "He might

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

couldn't control her rising panic, instinctively asking, "Grandfather, what

could roughly

disappointment. "Have you forgotten how he treated you? There's no possibility of you

forgotten, Grandfather. You misunderstood—I have no intention of reconciling with him. I just want to