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.

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

idea why she'd been struck, but

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

a deep breath and followed him to the

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

hadn't even verified the

he knew his granddaughter well

case, the slap had been

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

"Are you saying Zachary already knows the

at

and shook her head. "He might

vicious. "Whether he's found anything or

asking, "Grandfather, what are you planning

could

disappointment. "Have you forgotten how he treated

pressed her lips together stubbornly. "I haven't forgotten, Grandfather. You misunderstood—I