Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 477

Vivian had no idea how long she had been asleep when she was jolted awake again by the faint tapping at her window.

A chill crawled over her skin.

The sound was the same as before, and this time, she didn’t even dare to open the curtains.

But the tapping grew louder and more insistent, making her chest tighten with unease.

Then—suddenly—silence.

She held her breath, waiting. Minutes passed, but nothing happened.

Eventually, she convinced herself it was over and forced herself to sleep.

But half an hour later, just as she was slipping into unconsciousness, the noise returned.

This time, the tapping was sharper, more erratic, yet eerily rhythmic.

Vivian clutched her blanket tightly and immediately covered her ears.

"Go away!" she whimpered. "Tina, it wasn’t me! I gave your mother plenty of money—don’t come after me! If anything happens to me, my grandfather will make sure your whole family suffers!"

But the sound didn’t stop. The grating, high-pitched scrape against the glass made her head pound.

She curled into a ball, burying herself under the covers.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the noise ceased.

She cautiously peeked out, scanning the room.

Nothing.

Relief flooded her chest—but she didn’t dare sleep again.

Then, the door creaked open.

Vivian stiffened, dread pooling in her stomach. Slowly, she turned her head…

It was her grandfather.

"Get up." His face was cold and unreadable.

Vivian, exhausted and trembling, crawled out of bed and followed him to the study.

"You’ve turned this house upside down with your nightmares. Now tell me, what’s going on?"

Mr. Wilson’s piercing gaze locked onto her.

Vivian shuddered. The fear overwhelmed her, and before she could stop herself, she grabbed his hand and sobbed, "Grandpa, she’s coming for me! She’s trying to take me away!"

"Fool!" His voice was like ice. "I raised you all these years, and this is what you’ve learned? To shove someone off a rooftop?"

Vivian clutched her stinging cheek, a tear slipping down her face.

"How many times have I told you—never leave a trace! Never leave yourself exposed! Now that you’ve killed her with your own hands, you’ve stained yourself in blood. Even if you scrub your hands clean, the scent of death lingers.

"But the worst part isn’t the evidence. It’s you.

"Your own mind will replay it over and over again—the way she fell, the moment her body hit the ground.

"And one day, those memories will destroy you.

"And you dare tell me you're having nightmares?"

Vivian shuddered violently.

Her grandfather’s words struck deep, unraveling her already fragile composure.

Tears welled up, and she gasped, "Grandpa, I didn’t mean to… But she’s coming back for revenge!"

Panic clawed at her throat, and she fought the urge to scream.

She gripped her arms tightly, trying to stop herself from shaking.