Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 501

What were the odds?

Wiona had come all this way to see her mentor, and suddenly he remembered something important? Or… had he remembered it earlier and Summer just never told her?

She glanced at Summer, catching her eyes for a split second before Summer quickly looked away. That was all Wiona needed to see. Summer was hiding something.

But why?

Could it be about Wilson?

Wiona had asked Summer to look into Wilson’s past. Months had gone by, and Summer hadn’t said a word. And there was no way she hadn’t heard about the scandal with Wilson and Bronwen during the holidays. But she’d kept silent about that, too.

If Tina hadn’t mentioned it, Wiona would still be clueless. Summer knew she was digging into Wilson’s business. So why did she keep quiet?

Wiona didn’t get it—and the more she thought about it, the more determined she became. Since she was already here, she was going to get some answers today.

“Okay.”

“Can I see Cassian now?” Wiona asked, already turning to head from the garden toward Cassian’s room on the first floor.

But Summer stepped in her way. “Wait, Wiona. Dad’s resting. Why don’t we wait for Mr. Bishop to arrive so we can all see him together?”

She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she didn’t want Wiona to see Cassian alone. That just made Wiona even more suspicious. Whatever Summer was hiding, Wiona was going to find out.

She gave a chilly little smirk and sat down in the garden. “Fine. I’ll wait.”

Nikolai and Drake, both fully recovered now, flanked her protectively. This was a high-end care home, and no way were they going to let Mr. Sullivan’s wife sit out in the cold.

One phone call later, the director himself came hurrying over with a whole team, arms full of equipment.

“How can we let Mrs. Sullivan sit in the garden on a day like this?” he fussed. “Come on, set everything up for her!”

Within minutes, Wiona had the whole works in front of her—a mini tea set with a little stove to keep the pot warm, a round table with a checkered cloth and a French tea pot, and a big bouquet of fresh flowers in a crystal vase. A portable heater hummed at her feet.

The director looked over the setup, nodded, and approached Wiona with a respectful bow. “Mrs. Sullivan, is everything to your liking? If you need anything else, just say the word and we’ll take care of it right away.”

Wiona was stunned.

“Thank you, this is perfect,” she said with a small smile. “You can go back to your work. No need to wait on me.”

Only then did the director nod to Nikolai and Drake before retreating with his staff.

Wiona didn’t even glance at Summer, who was still staring at her in shock. She just sipped her fruit tea and flipped through her book, looking like she had all the time in the world.

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