Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Kabanata 621 - Kabanata 630

Charlie suddenly slammed his fork on the table. "You think I'm giving you face by letting you talk this much trash about me? I don't believe this! Every month I give you my salary, and somehow there's not a penny left? Get out all the money you've been hiding right now!"Mrs. Wesler hadn't expected such a violent reaction. She froze, looking to her in-laws for help, but they continued eating without changing expression, as if they were used to such scenes.Sarah took another bite of vegetables, avoiding Zachary's eyes and staring at his hand instead. Those long, well-defined fingers holding the fork hadn't paused despite the argument.Then Charlie slapped his wife hard across the face, knocking her to the floor.Only then did Zachary move to stop Charlie, while Sarah helped Mrs. Wesler up.Mrs. Wesler looked at him in disbelief. "Charlie! You gamble away all our money and then blame me! You hit me! Heaven will punish you for this cruelty!"Charlie felt his forehead pulsing as his

He nudged Zachary's arm. "Bro, honestly, are you from the big city too? I can tell by your manner - you're definitely not from West Ridge."Zachary replied coolly, "I'm from East Coast. My family wanted me to go into business, but I didn't like it, so I ran away.""Bro, consider this your home! Come whenever you want - there's always a hot meal waiting." Charlie said enthusiastically, inwardly excited. This was perfect - if he treated Zachary well, Zachary would help him win money gambling.In East Coast.Vivian strode into the Reynolds Corp building and pushed open Zachary's office door."Why aren't you answering my calls? Why won't you see me?" she demanded, only to find Steven sitting in Zachary's chair.Her face shifted to a light smile. "Isn't this Mr. Miller, the famous chef from St. Ritz? What are you doing in Zachary's office?"Steven spun lazily in the chair, twirling a pen between his fingers. "Miss Wilson, the boss isn't here. I'm handling company affairs for now."

Mr. Lambert suddenly asked, "Do you notice anything?""The workers are predominantly older," she observed, noting most had gray hair.In most factories, workers were typically young. Rarely did you see older employees.These weren't just in their fifties - most appeared to be in their sixties. The production line also moved considerably slower than standard ones."Over the years, many factory policies have been discontinued, but one remains: this production line dedicated to the elderly. It's still running today. Your father established this rule to ensure they had income," Mr. Lambert explained.He paused before continuing, "I've fought to keep this line operational. I'm telling you this because, while you needn't trust me completely, we can work together. I just want to preserve this line, which Manager Sullivan wants to shut down.""Mr. Lambert, even without cooperation, I would protect this production line. My father was right - if the factory uses West Ridge's land, it shoul

"Miss Sanders, this is a family matter. Mind your own business!" Charlie snapped. "She's my wife - I'll do whatever I want with her. If you want to stay here, go lock yourself in your room and don't look or listen. Or I'll beat you too!"Sarah approached him slowly, completely unfazed. "If you dare, do it now. I want to see if you have the guts to hit me."Charlie stepped back, humiliated and furious. Of course he wouldn't dare! Sarah was Melvin Sanders' cousin, and the whole factory belonged to her family.He fell silent as Sarah turned to the battered woman on the ground. "How long are you going to lie there?" she asked, her voice cold. "Are you waiting to be beaten to death? Do you want to spend whatever's left of your life under this man's fists, barely surviving? Or would you rather just die now?"Something flickered in Mrs. Wesler's eyes - a spark replacing the despair. She looked at Charlie, her gaze complex and searching.Charlie sensed the shift and grew uneasy. "What are

Sarah barely noticed the sting of alcohol on her wounds, her mind distracted by the conversation. She had almost forgotten the pain of disinfecting, too focused on the words just spoken.As Mrs. Wesley sat lost in thought, Sarah asked casually, "You mentioned earlier that Charlie had caused many deaths. What exactly did he do? Did he really kill people?"Mrs. Wesley snapped back to reality, her face filled with regret. She looked at Sarah apologetically. "I'm sorry, it's something from many years ago. He wasn't working at the Sanders factory then, he was..." she hesitated, her voice trailing off before offering Sarah a sheepish look. "Apologies, I don't remember all the details. Miss Sanders, are you particularly interested in this?"Sarah smiled faintly. "I just overheard and thought it sounded serious, so I couldn't help but ask."Seeing the defensive look in Mrs. Wesley's eyes, Sarah smoothly changed the subject. "What do you plan to do now?"Mrs. Wesley sighed heavily. "I have