Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 753

Hearing this, Charlotte suddenly thought of all the lactation soups and cookies Mrs. Chancer had been forcing on her lately under various pretexts.

Mrs. Chancer placed the child in her arms and left. Through the door, Charlotte could still hear her instructing the nanny about brewing more soup.

Looking at the baby in her arms, she suddenly felt a wave of irritation.

James hadn't properly spoken to her for three days. He came home reeking of alcohol, and to help with the baby, his mother had even made him sleep in the next room.

Charlotte felt like nothing more than a milk-producing pig. His mother probably saw her as a machine—first a tool for reproduction, now a tool for breastfeeding.

All Mrs. Chancer cared about was her precious grandson, never Charlotte herself.

As the infant nursed quietly in her arms, Charlotte imagined a fierce monster grinning wickedly at her. She fought the urge to throw the baby aside.

At the Wilson residence.

Vivian parked at the entrance and rushed inside. Mr. Wilson heard the commotion and turned to look at her, his gaze profound.

Vivian noticed the tablet in his hand was playing the recording of Judy's livestream. She began speaking incoherently, "Grandfather, it's not what it seems..."

Mr. Wilson slowly stood up with his cane, his eyes filled with indescribable disappointment. "Follow me."

Vivian followed him into his study. As soon as the door closed, he slapped her hard across the face. "Why did you have to do something so unnecessary?"

Vivian listened in horror as police sirens wailed outside. With reddened eyes, she thought that her grandfather couldn't possibly abandon her. She was the only heiress in the entire Wilson family—the only true Wilson.

When the police entered, she felt a ringing in her ears. She couldn't hear anything they said, only staring in disbelief at Mr. Wilson, the man who had always treated her as his sole heir.

Now he looked down at her coldly, as if she were a stranger.

Suddenly she remembered something her assistant had discovered, "Miss, Mr. Wilson has been meeting frequently with the director of the city hospital."

"Miss, I found out that he seems to have frozen his sperm."

When she first learned about this, her grandfather had already given her control of the Wilson family, so she hadn't worried. But now she finally understood—even if her grandfather valued her, she wasn't his only option.