Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 471 - チャプター 480

On the television screen, Zachary’s face was sharp and cold, his voice carrying a weight that was hard to describe. "When I chose Sarah as my sister’s psychologist, I did so after careful consideration of her professional credentials and expertise. Throughout the course of treatment, she has consistently maintained the highest level of professionalism. The incident at the university gates was not caused by her. The truth is, three hours before that episode, my sister had been kidnapped and suffered severe psychological distress…" Sarah turned off the TV. She knew exactly why Zachary had chosen to respond—to shield her from public backlash. His interview had the immediate effect of calming the storm online. The anger aimed at Sarah gradually faded. After all, in Tina’s case, the only real evidence against her was that single blank sheet of paper. The police and university officials had already released everything they could. There was nothing left to accuse her of. Af

Matthew, already aware of the history between the two, simply left without another word. Vivian turned to Zachary, her expression soft and innocent. "Zachary, it seems Miss Sanders has some misunderstandings about me." "Zachary!" Sarah’s voice was sharp, filled with urgency. "Tina’s death is connected to her. I’ve found the evidence!" Her eyes shone with determination. Vivian’s gentle expression faltered, her eyes darkening with irritation. "Zachary, her so-called ‘evidence’ means nothing. She’s making things up just to frame me." Zachary remained silent, his sharp gaze moving between the two women. His hands clenched slightly, but he said nothing. Sarah looked at him, disappointment flickering in her eyes before she turned back to Vivian. "Vivian, did you push her?" she demanded. Vivian shrugged. "No." Then, in a sudden move, she leaned in close, whispering in Sarah’s ear. "I followed her up to the rooftop that day. We had an agreement. But at the last momen

Vivian finally noticed the faint, acrid scent lingering in the air. Blood pooled across the floor. A disaster of this scale was too much for the factory supervisor to handle alone. "How many people know about this?" Vivian’s voice was ice-cold. The supervisor swallowed hard. "Miss Wilson, I shut down the factory the moment it happened. Only a handful of people saw it." Vivian nodded. "Contact the families of the deceased. Offer them a generous compensation package. As for the others who witnessed this—make sure they keep their mouths shut. This must never get out. And one more thing—make sure nothing like this happens again." The supervisor hesitated, looking at the lifeless bodies on the ground. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, but in the end, he nodded. On the way back, Vivian sat in the car, still shaken by the incident. She turned to her assistant. "Make sure those families stay calm. Under no circumstances should the police be involved. If they refu

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 scra

Mr. Wilson chuckled. "If we can’t finish the bottle, take the rest home for your grandfather." Vivian laughed. "Grandpa, what are you saying? Do you really think Grandpa William would drink someone else’s leftover wine?" "True, true. My mistake," Mr. Wilson admitted with a good-natured smile. "Then how about this—before you leave, pick out a bottle from my collection and take it back for him. That way, he won’t have anything to complain about behind my back." The meal had yet to begin, but the atmosphere at the dining table was warm and harmonious. Anne was busy serving dishes, while Zachary quietly observed the exchange between Vivian and Mr. Wilson. It was just a simple family dinner, so why go to such extravagant lengths? The Romanée-Conti on the table was no ordinary wine. Though its auction price had been around three million yuan, it was truly priceless—aged for years, often purchased as an investment rather than for consumption. So why had Mr. Wilson brought