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.

into a rage. "Come to the study with me," he said

she'd been struck,

already passed her, heading upstairs. His retreating figure still radiated fury—slapping her hadn't been enough to

took a deep breath and followed

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

verified the facts before condemning

he knew his granddaughter

the

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

"Are you saying Zachary already

happened at West Ridge

head.

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

asking, "Grandfather, what are you

could roughly

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

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