Semua Bab Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Bab 601 - Bab 610

Sarah noticed something off in Melvin's expression.“Melvin, what's wrong?""Nothing," he said, looking uncomfortable.Sarah coughed lightly. "You're hiding something from me. What is it? Is it about Zachary?"Melvin avoided her eyes, quickly getting up from beside the bed.“Melvin! Tell me what happened!" Something major must have occurred during the day and night she'd been unconscious."Sasa, just focus on recovering. Finish your chicken soup and don't worry about anything else."Melvin didn't want Sarah to know, but she held out her hand. "Brother, give me the remote."He quickly hid it behind his back.Sarah lunged for it. Afraid of hurting her, Melvin didn't resist too forcefully, and she managed to grab the remote.She turned on the TV. The earlier news was gone. She flipped through channels until finally catching a glimpse of Zachary on a financial news station."Reports indicate Miss Wilson and Mr. Reynolds reached an engagement agreement two nights ago. According t

The nurse finished changing Sarah's medication and said warmly, "If today's tests look good, you can be discharged tomorrow.""Great, thank you."Alone in the private hospital room, the emptiness only amplified her feelings of isolation.With no one around, she repeatedly watched news footage of Zachary leaving the Wilson mansion, analyzing his expression five times over, trying to determine if his feelings were genuine or forced.She couldn't tell. At noon, Melvin arrived with lunch.Sarah noticed his furrowed brow. "What's wrong? Something's bothering you."Melvin forced a smile. "It's nothing. How are you feeling today?""The nurse says I can leave tomorrow." Sarah's voice was unnaturally flat. "If something's happened, don't keep it from me."Thinking of recent events, Melvin seemed to deflate. "Are you really okay, Sarah?""I'm fine, truly. Now please tell me what's going on."Under her persistent gaze, Melvin finally explained."There's trouble at the factory in West R

As they walked, Mr. Lambert briefed her about the factory. "Miss Sanders, the place has changed considerably over the years. Headquarters sent inspectors a few years ago, but no one has visited in the last three years. They haven't forgotten about us, have they?"Sarah smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Mr. Lambert. Sanders Group would never abandon any employee or facility. I'm here specifically to resolve these issues."Mr. Lambert nodded, though Sarah noticed his expression growing increasingly troubled as they approached the factory. Just before entering, he warned her, "The situation inside isn't good. I've worked here for decades and have some authority, but lately there've been all sorts of problems. Some workers are on strike, and even the manager is at his wit's end."Once inside, Sarah finally understood what Mr. Lambert meant.The factory manager greeted them with a group of workers holding protest signs. "You must be from headquarters. I hear you're Mr. Sanders' sister.

Sarah carefully closed the window, making sure to secure the latch. Her expression grew serious – there would be no escaping this storm.The rain finally began to fall. The yellowed light bulb in the room provided her with a small sense of warmth and security.The patter of rain drummed steadily against the roof, striking the tiles heavily. Silence enveloped everything except for the dancing raindrops.Though Sarah's room was dilapidated, at least it had tile roofing. In West Ridge, while most homes used tile roofs, some poorer residents had earthen shelters – structures made of packed soil and straw that would likely dissolve into mud after a heavy rain.Lightning flashed and thunder rolled as the downpour intensified. Water collected along the eaves, forming thick droplets that fell continuously.Brilliant flashes illuminated the entire landscape as the rain grew heavier.BOOM!A massive thunderclap made Sarah's heart jump. Despite being prepared, fear still gripped her.The

"Worthless deadbeat, you dare gamble without money?""Pay back the tens of thousands you owe us, or we'll take your life!"Despite being beaten bloody, the man lying on the ground still begged pitifully, "Please stop! Lend me just a thousand more! Just one thousand! I'll win it all back, I promise, and pay you immediately!"The suited man looked away and approached the table, the thick smoke making him uncomfortable.The manager smirked and made several hand signals behind his back. His men immediately understood and moved closer.They exchanged glances. They had expected to fleece him badly, but to their surprise, he'd won fifteen consecutive rounds, totaling fifty thousand!The man, seemingly satisfied with his winnings, prepared to leave.The manager wasn't about to let him walk away so easily. He approached. "Leaving after winning so much? That's rather impolite, isn't it?""What do you want?" the man asked expressionlessly.The manager raised an eyebrow. "Play a few more