Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 357

“Besides, wasn’t the garage footage clear? You were the one driving the car, right?” James’s sharp tone cut through the air.

“James, you have to believe me! It was Charlotte!” Lucy insisted, her voice trembling with desperation.

Charlotte’s expression darkened, but she maintained her composure. “I don’t understand why Lucy is so adamant about blaming me for what happened to Sarah, but I didn’t go to that neighborhood. I was at my parents’ house for an important matter,” she said firmly.

“You borrowed my car and now you’re denying it!” Lucy shot back, refusing to back down.

Charlotte calmly opened her handbag and pulled out a sheet of paper. She handed it to James. “James, I didn’t go to the neighborhood. But this is something I wanted to give you.”

James looked at the paper, his expression changing in an instant. His eyes widened in disbelief as he gasped. “Charlotte, you’re pregnant!”

Mrs. Chancer’s attention snapped to them. She hurriedly pushed Lucy aside and rushed to James. “James! Is that true?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

James’s face lit up with joy. “Yes, Mom! Look at this!” He showed her the paper, his smile unable to be contained.

Mrs. Chancer’s expression softened immediately. “Pregnant? Oh, you must sit down and rest!” She gently guided Charlotte to a seat, looking at her with careful attention. “Charlotte, I’ve waited so long to hold a grandchild. Finally, it’s happening.”

James pulled Charlotte close, protectiveness radiating from him. “Charlotte, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I just found out today,” Charlotte replied with a small, bittersweet smile. “I rushed back to share the news with you. I wanted it to be a surprise, but I didn’t expect Lucy to make such outrageous accusations.”

Lucy, unwilling to stay silent, opened her mouth to retort, but Mrs. Chancer cut her off firmly. “Lucy, your sister-in-law is pregnant. She shouldn’t be stressed. You need to let things go.”

“Mom! I’m not lying about this. She did borrow my car yesterday,” Lucy insisted, refusing to give Charlotte any leeway.

James crossed his arms and tilted his head slightly. “And how do you explain the footage from the garage?”

Lucy faltered, a wave of frustration crossing her face. She knew the evidence against her was overwhelming, leaving her unable to explain. Despite that, she stubbornly raised her chin. “James, Mom, I didn’t do it, and I won’t admit to something I didn’t do.”

Sarah let out a sharp scream, startling herself awake.

She sat up in a cold sweat, fumbling to turn on the light. The dim glow illuminated the room, revealing its worn and barren state.

She pinched her arm. The sharp pain grounded her—this wasn’t a dream.

Her gaze drifted toward the faint reflection in the window. The dim light cast a pale and frail image back at her, like a ghost of herself. Yet, her eyes, dark and round like polished black pearls, glimmered with an almost sacred light.

Sarah glanced down at the red mark left on her smooth, fair skin from where she had pinched herself. The contrast of the angry swelling against her porcelain complexion made the mark even more striking, almost alarming.

“Was it all just a dream?” she murmured to herself. She wasn’t asking anyone, nor did she know who she could ask. Her eyes returned to her hazy reflection, her gaze both real and lost, as though it held countless untold stories.

Reaching out, she touched her own face with a trembling finger. The coldness of her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she instinctively flinched away.