Frank made his way into the mansion and found Wilson reviewing some company documents on the couch.

"Mr. Birch, I just saw Mrs. Birch outside the mansion. She wants to see you," Frank informed him.

The pen in Wilson's hand paused.

She still came after all!

Even though he had clearly expressed through the lawyer that he wanted no further contact with her, she still showed up.

These days, he had made a conscious effort to push her out of his mind, to erase her from his thoughts completely. Yet, whenever he found himself in a moment of quiet, her face and voice would incessantly invade his consciousness.

Memories of their time together would relentlessly flash before his eyes.

He had already hypnotized himself and should have forgotten about their relationship by now! Why did this woman continue to occupy his mind so persistently?!

"Mr. Birch?" Frank asked again when Wilson did not answer.

"If she wants to see me, then let her," Wilson replied. "Take her to the living room. I'll