All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

"Dean Larson, now that Tina has passed away, how does the university plan to handle Miss Sanders? Please give us a direct answer!" Under the flashing lights, Mrs. Mendes looked even more pale and frail. Her lips were cracked, and when she opened her mouth to speak, they threatened to split further. "Your university’s counselor caused my daughter’s death. What are you going to do about it?" Dean Larson remained calm as he met her gaze. "Mrs. Mendes, the surveillance footage from your daughter’s last session with Miss Sanders is in my office. If you truly believe Miss Sanders did something wrong, you’re welcome to come and watch it with me. I assume you wouldn’t refuse?" Mrs. Mendes hesitated, studying Dean Larson with suspicion before nodding heavily. She followed him toward the office, still clutching Tina’s black-and-white photo tightly. The people holding the protest banner remained outside, ensuring the scene at the gates continued to draw attention. As soon as Mrs

Vivian spoke softly. "Do you want to help her?" "Of course!" Mia nodded enthusiastically. No one wanted to help Sarah more than she did. Vivian chuckled lightly. "The reason the clarifications so far haven’t worked is because the people speaking out are either less influential than Sarah or haven’t personally received treatment from her. But if someone credible—someone who has actually been treated by her—were to step forward, it would be much more convincing." Mia’s eyes lit up as she suddenly realized something. "That’s me! I’ve been treated by Sarah! If I come forward, people will believe me!" Vivian nodded. "You can give it a try." Mia didn’t hesitate. She immediately grabbed Vivian’s laptop and started typing a long post on social media. After making sure her words were clear, she hit send. To make her statement even more convincing, she decided to record a video. "Hello, I’m Mia. You might not recognize my name, but I’m Zachary Reynolds’s younger sister. And

Mia nodded obediently. "Okay, but Sarah, how are you going to get to and from work?" Sarah shook her head. "I’ve been suspended." Mia’s eyes widened in shock. "Suspended? Why?" "This case involves me," Sarah said calmly. "Tina did write those things in my office. The media is relentless, and there are eyes everywhere. Even if Dean Larson believes in me, he still has to put on a show." She spoke about it so lightly, as if she were simply discussing what to have for dinner. Mia clenched her fists. "Sarah, I believe in you. If you need anything, please tell me. I’ll help however I can." She wasn’t the only one who felt this way. Zachary wanted to check on Sarah too, but his presence would only make the situation worse. Sarah had already packed up her things to head home. Before she left, she warned Mia, "Don’t leave with me. The moment I step outside, I’m going to be surrounded." Mia hesitated but nodded. "Alright." She knew Sarah was protecting her and didn’t w

Mia tried to dodge, but the man’s sharp gaze locked onto her like a predator. “Don’t run,” he sneered. “Let me take good care of you.” Her heartbeat pounded violently, her breath hitching in terror. Before she could react, another figure appeared behind her. A cloth was pressed tightly over her nose and mouth. A sickly sweet, chemical scent flooded her senses—ether. Within seconds, darkness consumed her. --- The Grand Lyric Theater – Back EntranceThe heavy wooden doors creaked open as a man carried a large burlap sack over his shoulder and loaded it into a van. Inside, the sounds of the opera continued uninterrupted. The actress’s haunting voice rang out again, her song rising above the frantic percussion, filling the grand hall with tragic beauty. The van cut through the bustling streets, passing by the towering Reynolds Corporation headquarters before heading straight toward Adams University. But instead of stopping at the university gates, the v

Whether Mia’s condition had anything to do with Sarah or not, one fact was undeniable—despite undergoing treatment for so long, she was still not cured. Mia had suffered multiple episodes in the past, though the exact reasons remained unknown. However, most people believed that a patient undergoing treatment shouldn’t be having frequent relapses—especially not one as severe as this, and definitely not in front of a crowd. Mia’s terrified screams echoed through the air, her expression one of pure horror. Even some of the most seasoned reporters, used to witnessing intense and dramatic scenes, felt a chill run down their spines as they watched her. Mrs. Mendes desperately tried to calm Mia down, speaking softly and attempting to console her, but nothing worked. Meanwhile, at Reynolds Corporation, Zachary was in the middle of an important meeting, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding outside Adams University. His assistant, clearly flustered, burst into the conferen