Semua Bab Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Bab 461 - Bab 470

"You have no idea how much those words might have hurt her. Maybe... maybe it was because of those very words that pushed her to—“ Sarah couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. Mrs. Mendes jumped up in rage, jabbing a finger at Sarah as she lashed out. "Shut up! What are you trying to say? That my daughter died because of me? Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" "Calm down. I need more details." Sarah frowned slightly. She had a feeling this wasn't as simple as it seemed. Mrs. Mendes wanted to throw her out, but then she suddenly remembered the compensation she hadn't received yet. Forcibly swallowing her anger, she held herself back. "What more details do you need?" "When you came back from grocery shopping and saw your daughter fall, did you see anyone coming out of the stairwell? Someone fleeing in a panic, or running away quickly?" Mrs. Mendes's face went pale. "W-what do you mean by that?" Her whole body started to tremble. "Are you saying... my daughter didn’t comm

"There’s no point in hiding anything now. Who came up with the idea of holding a banner and carrying your daughter’s photo in front of the school? And who told you to demand a million?" Sarah pressed forward, locking eyes with Mrs. Mendes. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," Mrs. Mendes said, lowering her gaze. "People like us—what else can we do but call the police? But they ruled it as a suicide. I didn’t believe it, so I went to your school to demand an explanation. As for the ten million? Forget that—I think you owe me compensation." Sarah didn’t buy a word of it. "The person who gave your son chocolate is the same one who gave you the idea, isn’t it?" Mrs. Mendes’s expression hardened. She clamped her mouth shut and refused to answer. "It doesn’t matter if you won’t talk. I can find out on my own." Sarah pulled out the chocolate Tommy had given her. "Do you even know what kind of chocolate this is?" "Luxury goods have one benefit—they can be traced. You probab

Before James could finish reading, his mother entered the room, her face clouded with worry. "James, I’m really worried about Charlotte. Why is it that even though she hasn’t been sent to prison, I still can’t take care of her? If anything happens to my grandson, I won’t let them off!" she said angrily, her frustration spilling over into a fit of coughing. James remained calm. "Mom, even if she isn’t in prison, she’s still under house arrest. That means that while she may be at home, it’s no different from being in jail. You can’t just visit her whenever you want." His mother glanced at his computer screen and immediately spotted Sarah’s name displayed in bold letters. With a cold snort, she scoffed, "That wretched woman has finally revealed her true colors for everyone to see. She’s nothing but a curse! First, she ruined Lucy, then Charlotte and my grandson. And now, she’s finally killed someone. Let’s see how she gets away this time!" James’s expression darkened slightly.

Mrs. Mendes hesitated before continuing. "After Tina jumped, I was terrified—I didn’t know what to do except cry. Then she appeared. She said she would help me get justice. She planned everything—what to say, what to do. She was clearly helping me… Are you saying she’s the one who killed my daughter?" Sarah could see right through Mrs. Mendes’s thoughts—all she cared about was the money. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Sarah spoke again. "Mrs. Mendes, your daughter might have been killed by her. Worse, she might have been pushed off that rooftop while she was still alive. Do you still think she was helping you?" "That’s impossible!" The words pushed off the rooftop were too horrifying. She didn’t even dare to imagine it. She had never been a loving mother to Tina, but that was still her child. A living, breathing person. The thought of Tina standing on that rooftop, terrified and helpless, made her stomach twist. Even if she had yelled at Tina that day, she didn’

She placed a hand over her chest, feeling the steady but heavy rhythm of her heartbeat. Then, reaching for her phone, she made the call. "Miss Sanders, I’m ready to tell you everything." Mrs. Mendes sat in the dimly lit living room, the night sky outside shimmering with stars, the moon hanging high and distant. Across from her, Sarah and Melvin sat in silence, listening intently. "The day my daughter died, after I left the police station, I met her at my doorstep. She told me she would help me get justice. She taught me what to say and do. "Actually, I saw her that day. On the twentieth floor, in the stairwell. But I didn’t say anything… After you two came to see me, she showed up not long after. I don’t know who she is, but I could tell she was someone rich. Her clothes, the way she carried herself—any one piece of her outfit could probably pay for years of our living expenses." A bitter laugh escaped her lips before she continued. "I couldn’t hold back. I asked h