NovelOnlineChapter 740
"What exactly were you trying to do?" William asked, his voice stern.
"I only asked Tracy to keep an eye on Mia. | 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 cto 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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇthappened to her. If | 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, | cspecifically 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. "Cin."
Vivian carried the bottle into the living room and watched silently as William lowered himself into his armchair.
With reddened eyes, she opened the bottle and poured him a glass, avoiding any mention of the canceled
engagement.
"You cjust to bringwhiskey?" His tone remained cool but had lost its edge. William breathed in the harsh
aroma from the inexpensive liquor.
It smelled of raw grain with notes of industrial alcohol. Without hesitation, he downed it in one swallow.
Vivian poured him another and finally spoke, her voice unsteady. "Grandfather sent me. He said he wanted to
capologize himself, but worried his presence might make things awkward. So he sentinstead."
William maintained a neutral expression, though inwardly he felt nothing but contempt. If they were truly
concerned about awkwardness, why send this particular bottle?
"To be honest," Vivian added with apparent confusion, "I don't understand why he insisted | bring this cheap
whiskey. It seems disrespectful.”
"He didn't tell you why?" William asked, genuinely surprised.
Vivian shook her head. "No. He just said when | arrived, | 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.
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