Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 540

The receptionist barely concealed her frown. Who could she be calling?

"I'm at Reynolds Tower. Need to see you."

The woman's tone was curt. The receptionist wondered who warranted such directness.

Moments later, she watched in shock as the executive elevator whirred into action. The doors opened and Zachary Reynolds himself strode out, heading straight for the woman, his pace quickening. "Sasa, what brings you here?"

Sarah didn't return his warmth. "Your office. We need to talk."

In his office, Sarah fixed him with a disapproving look. "Mr. Reynolds, I don't know what you're thinking, but I do know you care about Mia. If you care so much, you must realize my therapy is what's best for her."

She couldn't understand why he'd suddenly stopped her sessions with Mia, but it had to be connected to Mia's buried memories.

Zachary looked at her helplessly. "Sasa, it's not just my decision. It's Grandfather's too. I'm sorry."

Sarah stared at him in disbelief. "So because of your grandfather's opinion, you'd take her away from the treatment you know works best? Just because of what he thinks?"

No, that didn't sound like him.

"Sasa, Grandfather's worried about Mia. He's brought in dozens of therapists-"

"And has any of it worked?" Sarah cut him off.

Zachary fell silent. He knew perfectly well no number of therapists would help Mia. He ached for his sister, but he couldn't risk Sarah pushing him away completely.

“How many female psychologists have you hired?” Sarah demanded, her voice sharp and cold.

Zachary’s lips pressed into a thin line. He shook his head. “None.”

His throat went dry. “...What?”

Sarah’s laugh was hollow. “Self-harm, Zachary. She lives under your roof, and you didn’t notice? Since the third day you took her from my home, she’s been having nightmares. Night after night, she wakes up covered in cuts and bruises. Did you even know?”

Zachary’s face drained of color.

He felt the breath leave his body, the words crashing into him with the force of his own negligence.

In his relentless focus on the Wilson family’s every move, on the business, on the tangled web of power plays—he had overlooked the one person who needed him the most.

His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, thick with guilt.

“You’re right. I… failed her.” His jaw tightened. “I’ll dismiss those psychologists immediately and find someone who can actually help her.”