Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 450

"Hiring Miss Sanders as Mia's psychologist was my decision. I trust her ability. Do you have a problem with that?" Zachary’s voice was sharp, his patience wearing thin. Seeing Mia in this state, he had no energy for pleasantries with Vivian.

His tone softened slightly, but his words carried an unmistakable weight.

"Vivian, let me put it this way. Suppose I walk down a road and trip over a pit. Maybe I consider filling it, but for one reason or another, I don’t. But if I walk that road again, and that same pit still trips me up… I won’t just fill it. I’ll dig it wide open. I’ll clear out every rotten branch, every piece of decay lurking inside, and only then will I bury it for good."

Vivian swallowed hard. "I… don’t know what you’re trying to say."

"You don’t have to understand. Just remember it."

The car soon pulled up in front of the Sanders’ residence.

Zachary’s assistant got out and knocked on the door while Zachary immediately called Sarah.

"Mia’s having an episode. Save her."

Before he could even hang up, Sarah had already ended the call.

Not even a minute later, she opened the door.

Zachary didn’t hesitate—he lifted Mia in his arms and carried her inside. She curled up against his chest, trembling violently.

Once inside, Sarah ignored Vivian entirely, focusing solely on Mia.

"Put her on the couch," she instructed.

Zachary gently laid Mia down.

She was still shaking, her head lowered, muttering in a frail, broken voice, "Don’t eat me… don’t eat me…"

Sarah frowned, repeating the words in her mind.

Don’t eat me?

Who was she afraid of?

Was she speaking literally? Or was there another meaning?

Without wasting a second, Sarah rushed to her bedroom, retrieved some medication, and poured a glass of water.

She knelt beside Mia, carefully helping her take the pills.

What had she been through? What had terrified her so deeply?

Zachary shook his head. "By the time I got word, she was already at the university gates, and her condition was already serious."

"You don’t know where she was before that?" Sarah pressed.

"We’re investigating. She disappeared for hours."

Just then, Zachary’s assistant entered, handing him a tablet with surveillance footage.

"Sir, we traced Miss Mia’s movements. She left the Wilsons' offices at 1 p.m. and took a car to Grandor Theatre. But she never came out. We checked the back entrance’s security footage and found a van parked there the entire time. At 1:30 p.m., that van left from Portland Street, then…" The assistant hesitated before adding, "It passed by Reynolds Corporation… and then disappeared."

Zachary’s gaze turned icy. "And then?"

The assistant swallowed and continued, "The van didn’t reappear until 4 p.m., when it showed up in front of Adams University. After that… well, we all saw what happened."

"And the van itself?" Zachary’s voice was dangerously cold.

The assistant shook his head. "It vanished on the South Ring Road. The license plate was a fake. We haven’t been able to trace it."