Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 134

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the secretly filmed hospital video had already exploded online, and Beasley only found out because Evelyn called to warn him.

He'd just stepped out of the shower when his phone buzzed with her name on the screen.

Evelyn's role in the film had wrapped three days ago, and she'd gone home. That she was calling him so late made him think something urgent must have happened in her family, so he answered right away—only to hear the news.

As soon as he hung up, Beasley immediately ordered his PR team to scrub the trending video from social media. But it was already too late. Those who'd downloaded the clip had shared it like wildfire on WhatsApp and every other platform imaginable.

No sooner had he issued the takedown order than his grandmother's number flashed on his phone.

Of course she'd seen it by now. She was probably calling to get the truth from him.

Beasley felt a headache coming on.

He pinched the bridge of his nose before picking up.

"Beasley, is Willow pregnant? What did the doctor say? Have you seen the test results?"

His grandmother's voice crackled with emotion, but whether it was joy or irritation, he couldn't tell.

Still massaging his brow, Beasley replied coolly, "What kind of answer do you want, Grandma?"

She paused, then snapped, "You brat! Are you trying to give your old grandmother a heart attack?"

He doubted that very much—she was as sharp as ever and not the type to be rattled so easily.

"She's just not feeling well, that's all. She's not pregnant." Beasley dropped his hand, bracing himself for her tirade.

"What?!" As expected, her voice rose in outrage. "If she's not pregnant, then why is everyone talking about you two online? Why is your name all over the news?"

"Grandma, I remember telling you I don't want to celebrate my birthday, but Rosamund texted me today to say you'd invited her to my party. If you're not going to listen to me, don't blame me for returning the favor. This whole business about swapping out your granddaughter-in-law? Just let it blow over. Don't bring it up again."

His grandmother spluttered, "You—you can't just go back on your word like that!"

Beasley replied calmly, "You started it, Grandma."

There was a long silence, then she hung up on him in a huff—a silent but unmistakable sign of her fury. He knew from experience it would take at least two weeks for her to calm down.

Beasley arched an eyebrow, set his phone aside, and poured himself a glass of water, utterly unfazed by his grandmother's temper.

She'd been this fiery for as long as he could remember. He was used to it, and frankly, he couldn't be bothered to placate her anymore.

After all, the moment he gave in, the tables would turn, and he'd be the one getting played. And he knew exactly where that would lead—his boundaries slipping, little by little, until there was nothing left.