Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 840

The Wilson Estate.

Mr. Wilson set the tablet down, his expression frozen in disbelief. For the past few days, he’d thought the Wilson family was finally on the rise again. But after reading that email… the whole thing just felt unreal.

“Where’s Vivian?” he asked coldly.

The butler replied, “Miss Vivian should be at the hotel right now handling some business.”

“Call her. Tell her to come back immediately.”

“Yes, sir.”

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Less than thirty minutes later, Vivian walked through the front door, still trying to figure out what had happened—what could be so urgent that her grandfather needed her home right in the middle of everything?

Before she could even say a word, a slap landed hard across her face.

Her eyes flew wide in shock. Staring at her furious grandfather, her voice trembled. “Grandpa… why—why are you—?”

“Why?” Mr. Wilson snapped, his voice sharp with fury. “You’ve got the nerve to ask me why? Do you even know how many things you’ve done behind my back? You buried the Westridge incident—on your own! Didn’t breathe a word of it. Still can’t get over Zachary, is that it? You’ve forgotten who you are?”

Vivian’s mind raced, scrambling through the things she’d done recently. What exactly had set him off this time?

“I don’t understand,” she said, her voice cracking. “What did I do wrong?”

Mr. Wilson’s hand clenched around his teacup. “The Wilson family shares—what’s going on with those? They hit the market and vanished in minutes. You sold them without consulting me. Why?!”

Vivian hesitated. “I… I haven’t figured that part out yet. But Grandpa, Merihan is genuinely a strong company.”

“I don’t need you to tell me that,” he snapped. “Of course I know Merihan is solid. But we don’t have the liquidity to keep it running. Do you understand that?”

Vivian hadn’t thought that far. In her mind, even if the Wilson family had taken a few hits lately, a skinny camel was still bigger than a horse.

“Grandpa, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through.”

Mr. Wilson’s voice was heavy with regret. “Vivian, your obsession with Zachary has clouded your judgment. You’re not thinking straight. Ever since the two of you split, you’ve been making one mistake after another. I thought maybe, maybe after what happened at the birthday banquet, you’d learn. But clearly… I was wrong.”

Disappointment etched every line of his face.