Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 301

“Alright,” the old woman said, setting down her fork. She looked at her brilliant yet impossible-to-control grandson and spoke slowly. “Then let’s have a proper talk about this, right here, in front of your grandfather and your parents.”

Beasley’s focus never wavered from his grandmother—she was his target, and it showed. His cold, detached gaze made her uneasy, like she was being measured and found wanting.

Sensing the moment, Beasley finally spoke. “First, I want you to stay out of things between Willow and me. Please don’t interfere anymore, and don’t contact her without my say-so.”

“Second, my marriage is my own affair. Even Mom doesn’t try to meddle anymore. I hope, as the elder, you’ll set an example and do even better than she has.”

“You—!” His grandmother’s temple throbbed in anger.

Grandpa only furrowed his brow, keeping his thoughts to himself. Earlier, when his wife had cornered him to daydream about potential granddaughters-in-law, he’d already sensed things wouldn’t go smoothly. His gut had been right.

This grandson, after all, had proven he’d put Willow above years of ties with the Mitchell family, cutting off business and all contact without a second thought, never mind the history between them. Now the Mitchells were in chaos, and Grandpa didn’t even dare answer their calls anymore.

It was humiliating. Utterly disgraceful.

“That’s all I have to say, Grandma. Isn’t it simple?” Beasley addressed her directly.

His grandmother looked as if she’d swallowed a fly.

At last, Grandpa cleared his throat and said, “That’s your grandmother you’re talking to. Watch your tone.”

Beasley turned to him. “I’ve always been perfectly respectful, Grandpa. As long as Grandma doesn’t cause trouble for me, I certainly won’t make things hard for her. I think you and Grandma understand that even better than I do.”

Grandpa decided not to say another word. He worried that if he kept going, he’d be too worked up to sleep tonight—and at his age, he needed to look after his health.

Seeing both grandparents fall silent, Beasley finally allowed a faint, satisfied smile.

“You. Upstairs. My study. Now.” Dorothy spoke abruptly, not waiting for Beasley’s reply before rising and heading for the stairs.

At that, Dorothy finally faced him, her expression stern. “You didn’t actually ask Willow to pay you three million, did you?”

Beasley’s brow twitched, a little guilty. “I wouldn’t dare.”

Dorothy let out a short, incredulous laugh. “You wouldn’t dare? Then why did you make her sign such an unfair agreement?”

All the coldness Beasley had shown in front of his grandmother was gone. Now, only regret remained. “I completely misunderstood her back then, Mom. I thought hurting her this way would be the only way to deal with it.”

The truth was, when he’d asked Attorney Worthington to draft the divorce and confidentiality agreements, he’d never believed Willow would actually sign them. The harsher the terms, the more they showed his contempt.

“Mom, I regret it now. I really do.”

The words came out rough and halting, and for a moment, he looked less like the formidable Beasley and more like a helpless child, searching his mother’s face for some sign of comfort.