Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 435

Seeing that the student hadn’t started writing, Sarah gently nudged her. “There’s a dessert shop called ‘Taste Avenue’. It’s my favorite. If you can’t think of anything else, why not set aside an hour to try it? You’ve lived through so much bitterness—shouldn’t you at least taste something sweet?”

The student hesitated for a moment before finally writing ‘Taste Avenue’ in the first box.

Sarah smiled and continued, “Think back on everything you’ve ever wanted to do, and list it all down. Treat it like a bucket list—things you’ve wanted to eat but never allowed yourself to, things you wanted to buy but never did. Write them all down.”

After a long moment of internal struggle, the student added a few more items to the list.

“Bungee jumping? That’s a great choice!” Sarah commented. “They say the experience is like a near-death moment, and when you walk away afterward, it feels like being reborn.”

Then she added, “But you forgot to factor in travel time. There’s no bungee jumping in East Coast, right? Just getting there and back would take about four hours, plus an hour for the actual jump.”

Tina Mendes, the student, obediently crossed out four boxes and wrote *bungee jumping* in the fifth.

“What about your family?” Sarah asked gently. “Wouldn’t you want to spend some time with them in your final days?”

Tina thought for a moment before dedicating an entire day to being with her family.

With Sarah’s quiet guidance, Tina continued filling in the boxes one by one. When only three empty boxes remained, Sarah asked, “Do you have a favorite idol?”

“Yes,” Tina replied.

“Then why not go to a concert or a fan meet? If they mean so much to you, shouldn’t you see them at least once?” Sarah suggested.

Tina nodded and added ‘concert’ to the list.

“Don’t forget to account for travel time!”

Sarah’s voice softened. “Now, can you tell me what happened?”

Tina’s hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “I… I have an illness.”

Sarah felt a faint unease creep into her heart. “An illness?”

Tina’s gaze dropped, her voice hollow. “HIV. It’s incurable.”

A heavy silence fell between them.

Tina continued, her voice trembling, “I only have my mom. I grew up in a single-parent home. We don’t have money for treatment… all I can do is wait to die. My boyfriend passed it to me, but he refuses to admit it. And if my mom finds out I’m pregnant, it’ll break her heart.”