Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect
Sarah suggested, her voice steady.
Mrs. Mendes hesitated but eventually relented, sending the boy into the bedroom.
Sarah, unbothered by the hostility, sat down on the worn-out couch and met Mrs. Mendes’s glare head-on. “Where exactly did Tina jump from?”
Mrs. Mendes’s composure snapped. “So that’s why you’re here? You came to dig up dirt? You’re not welcome in my house!”
Sarah remained unfazed. “If you still want compensation, you’d better answer my question properly.” Her voice was cold, carrying an authority that was impossible to ignore.