Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 211

Willow hadn’t even had time to react before Maurice blurted out, “What? Dr. Grant, you’re setting her up on dates?”

And not just one—two of them?!

Dr. Grant just laughed, unbothered. “Of course. Willa’s such an exceptional young woman that I can’t help but take her future seriously. This way, she has options.”

Willow was honestly a little surprised.

Dr. Grant knew all about her history with Beasley, so why would she still…

Almost as if she could read Willow’s mind, Dr. Grant smiled warmly. “Willa, there’s no pressure. You’re in control. Just get to know them as friends first, see how you feel.”

Maurice, looking put out, grumbled, “But what about me, Dr. Grant? Am I not good enough for you to introduce to someone?”

Dr. Grant couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re only twenty, Maurice. You’ll have to wait your turn.”

Willow chuckled at Dr. Grant’s dry humor, which only made Maurice shoot her an indignant look. As if to say—how could you laugh at my misery!

She quickly stifled her smile and turned to Dr. Grant. “Thank you so much for thinking of me. I just… I’m not sure I have much confidence in myself, and I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

Her failed marriage was proof enough, wasn’t it?

Dr. Grant hesitated, clearly wanting to say more, but in the end, she just sighed quietly.

She’d done all she could—it was the least she owed Mr. Lockwood and Director Young, who’d both asked her to look after Willow.

But Willow’s last marriage had left scars too deep to heal quickly; it was clear she’d need more time before she could move on.

That was what made Dr. Grant sigh in the first place.

*

After leaving the research institute, Willow headed straight to her father Klein’s house.

Willow glanced at the clock—it was nearly midnight—so she decided not to call. Besides, the message was from over a month ago.

She wondered what Dorothy had wanted that day.

Truth be told, Willow missed Dorothy too. Even setting aside the fact that Dorothy had received her mother’s heart in a transplant, Dorothy had always treated her with genuine kindness.

Sometimes, in Dorothy’s presence, Willow could almost feel the kind of warmth a mother would give.

But Willow knew that once she gathered enough evidence of Beasley’s crimes and sent him to prison, that warmth between her and Dorothy would disappear for good.

After all, Beasley was Dorothy’s own son.

Willow narrowed her eyes, determination flickering there.

Now that the stealth drone project was finally complete, it was time to focus all her energy—on revenge.