Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 474

Sarah took a step closer.

For a moment, the man standing in front of her seemed to shift into a younger version of himself—a boy with tear-filled eyes, staring at the face in the photograph on the tombstone.

An ache spread in her chest.

She had an urge to step forward, to hold him, or at least place a reassuring hand on his back.

"Some things can’t be revealed until the right time. If we act too soon, we’ll only alert the enemy," Zachary said, his voice steady, carrying a weight that couldn’t be ignored. "But Sasa, please… trust me."

Years of investigating the Wilson family had brought him nothing but suspicion and slander. He never cared before. But now that he had someone he wanted to protect, everything was different.

No matter how difficult it got, he didn’t want her to misunderstand him.

Sarah didn’t respond right away. She only searched his gaze, as if trying to decipher something deeper.

"The right time hasn’t come yet."

It was always the same answer.

But this time, she knew—Zachary was telling the truth.

Finding out the truth would come at a heavy cost. She didn’t press him any further. He was already carrying enough pain. She couldn’t bear to add more.

But there was still one thing she needed to know.

"I won’t ask about anything else. But you must tell me one thing."

Zachary looked up. "What is it?"

"Did we know each other three years ago? Is there something wrong with my memory?" She hesitated, then added, "When I was helping Mia with her therapy, I uncovered something from her subconscious."

"She drew pictures. Some of the scenes felt so familiar, but when I try to recall them, there’s just… a blank space in my mind. I can’t remember anything."

Zachary’s fist clenched.

"No," he said. "We didn’t know each other."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he exhaled slowly, as if releasing a burden he had been holding in for too long.

Brookshire – Wilson Pharmaceuticals

Vivian’s car pulled up outside a pharmaceutical factory in Brookshire.

Her expression was tense as she stepped out, her assistant following close behind.

This factory was owned by the Wilson Group. In the business world, staying at the top meant diversifying assets—she knew this well, and so did the Reynolds family.

The facility was massive, divided into multiple sections. She walked past several zones until she reached the innermost sector, where a crowd of panicked workers had gathered at the entrance.

The factory supervisor rushed forward and led her inside.

That was when she saw them.

Several bodies lay on the ground. Lifeless.

"What happened?" she demanded.

The supervisor’s voice trembled. "Miss Wilson, there was an issue with the medication. During the research process, one of the workers mixed the wrong chemicals… It caused an explosion."