Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 476

Vivian curled up in agony, her body trembling.

Mr. Wilson quickly entered the room, his expression stern as he tried to assess what had happened.

Anne followed close behind. She had been caring for Vivian since she was a child and regarded her almost like a daughter.

"Miss, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" she asked worriedly.

Vivian’s face was pale with terror.

Mr. Wilson frowned deeply, observing her reaction.

Seeing him, Vivian forced herself to regain some composure.

No matter what, Grandpa can’t know about this.

"I’m fine, Grandpa. Just a bad dream," she muttered, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead.

Mr. Wilson eyed her suspiciously but didn’t press further.

Later that night, the Wilson household settled into deep slumber.

Vivian, finally exhausted, drifted off into a heavy sleep. She had chosen to sleep near the window, and at some point, she rolled over.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A faint knocking came from the glass.

Even in deep sleep, her brows furrowed. The sound was too soft to fully wake her, but it disturbed her enough to pull her toward consciousness.

Then she opened her eyes.

And what she saw made her blood run cold.

A shadowy figure drifted just outside the window.

Her scalp tingled with icy fear. Her breath caught in her throat.

That outfit—she recognized it instantly.

It was what Tina Mendes had been wearing the day she died.

A shriek tore from her throat.

“Anne!"

She scrambled, shaking the woman beside her. Ever since her last nightmare, she had insisted that Anne sleep in her room, setting up a simple mattress by the bed.

Tears streamed down her face.

"Miss, what is it?!" Anne jolted awake and immediately reached for her, trying to soothe her.

"I saw her! I saw Tina!" Vivian sobbed uncontrollably.

At the name, Anne stiffened. A chill crept over her skin.

A shadowy figure floated outside the window, drifting up and down as if suspended in midair.

Her vision blurred for a second, and the sheer terror made her head spin. She nearly blacked out.

"Anne! Look!" she shrieked, shaking the older woman awake.

But by the time Anne opened her eyes, the figure was gone.

Vivian had seen it clearly—it had been right there.

Anne rubbed her eyes, looking around in confusion. "Miss, there’s nothing out there. You must have been dreaming."

Still, she glanced nervously at the window before quickly pulling the curtains shut again. Then, she turned on a warm bedside lamp.

"This light stays on all night," she declared firmly. "Get some sleep. If there’s really a ghost, I’ll be the one to face it."

Vivian curled up under the blankets, still trembling. But with Anne keeping watch, she eventually managed to drift off again.

The next morning, Vivian was sluggish and drained.

Three consecutive nights without proper sleep had left her utterly exhausted.

She dragged herself through the workday, barely able to focus.

By the time she finished dinner and returned home, she could hardly keep her eyes open. She quickly returned to her room to sleep.