Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 136

Dorothy soon caught wind of the news as well. While her friends were clueless about her son's marital situation, they all knew Beasley—and some had even met Willow.

So, one after another, they began calling to ask what was going on.

Dorothy had no good answers. Overwhelmed, she simply turned off her phone and refused every call.

Vincent entered the room, carrying a bowl of herbal broth. He paused when he saw his wife sitting alone on the couch, staring blankly at her phone, worry clouding her delicate features.

He set the bowl gently down on the coffee table and took a seat beside her. His voice was soft. "Sweetheart, Dr. Whitaker said it's best to drink this before bed—about two hours ahead. It's the perfect temperature now."

Dorothy looked up at him, her eyes full of anxiety. "I'm really worried about Willa. She looked so unwell in that video, and I didn't even know she was sick."

Vincent took her hand, reassuring her. "You were in the hospital yourself at the time, remember? Don't be too hard on yourself. If Willa had been seriously ill, more than a month has passed—surely she's seen a doctor and recovered by now."

Dorothy shook her head. "Beasley told me he saw her get sick twice right in front of him. That can't be something minor!"

Vincent's brow furrowed, concern sharp in his eyes. "Could it be that Willa's pregnant, and Beasley doesn't want the baby? Maybe that's what led to the divorce?"

He remembered how much Beasley had resisted the marriage in the first place. Vincent wouldn't put it past his stubborn son to do something so reckless.

Dorothy gave a bitter, helpless smile. "No, that's not it." Then, with a hollow ache in her voice, she asked, "Do you know why I finally agreed to their divorce?"

Vincent had much more experience managing scandals than Beasley. His son had always kept a low profile—never once caught in a tabloid scandal, rarely even appearing online.

Vincent's own experience was different. In his younger days, business dinners and meetings often meant fending off advances from women sent by his partners. He'd always turned them down, but not everyone did. In his world, it wasn't unusual for men to show up at events with a charming companion or a pretty young woman on their arm.

The problem was that just being seen in the wrong place at the wrong time could land Vincent in the middle of a tabloid frenzy, thanks to intrusive paparazzi with a knack for snapping misleading photos. That, or rivals would purposely try to set him up.

After years of weathering such storms, Vincent had learned how to handle them.

Dealing with gossip meant more than just suppressing it or scrubbing it from the headlines. You needed to distract the public—give them something even juicier to talk about, so the real story faded into the background.