Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 740

"What exactly were you trying to do?" William asked, his voice stern.

"I only asked Tracy to keep an eye on Mia. I never thought she would twist my words like that." Vivian's voice trembled as she played the victim, her performance nearly flawless.

Though in his seventies, William was sharp as ever. He'd witnessed countless schemes and manipulations throughout his decades in business.

Mia's mental health issues made her vulnerable, and Vivian had exploited this weakness ruthlessly to get what she wanted.

In the corporate world, William typically appreciated strategic thinking and tactical maneuvering. These were qualities he normally respected.

But Vivian had crossed an unforgivable line by targeting his granddaughter.

William leaned heavily on his walnut cane, his expression thunderous. "If you've come to discuss Mia, save your breath and leave. It's not about disrespecting your family—Mia is my flesh and blood. I'm heartbroken over what happened to her. If I welcomed you with open arms after this, I'd be the laughingstock of the town.”

Vivian shook her head and held up a bottle. "Mr. Reynolds, I came specifically to bring you this."

William glanced at the bottle, genuine surprise crossing his face.

It wasn't an expensive Bordeaux or rare Scotch. Instead, it was a simple bottle of white lightning—cheap corn whiskey.

Seeing this particular bottle, his resolve wavered.

After a moment, he stepped aside with a sigh. "Come in."

"He didn't tell you why?" William asked, genuinely surprised.

Vivian shook her head. "No. He just said when I arrived, I should pour you a glass immediately. He said even if you refused to see me, you would make an exception once you saw this bottle."

"This whiskey... well, it's quite a story..."

As a young man, William had been fearless and full of life. He had just turned eighteen when the war began. After being hit by shrapnel, it was Vivian's grandfather who had dragged him from the foxhole to safety.

His chest wound had been bleeding heavily, and without disinfection, infection would have killed him. Nobody in the entire camp had medical supplies.

So Vivian's grandfather had spent his last dollar on this bottle of moonshine and brought it back.