Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 438

Mrs. Mendes wept bitterly, her cries fueling the growing outrage of the onlookers.

Sarah remained calm and asked, “You say you want justice. What do you want me to do?”

Mrs. Mendes wiped her tears and turned her back to the cameras, her gaze locking onto Sarah. “Two hundred thousand dollars. My daughter is gone because of you. That’s all I’m asking for—two hundred thousand. That’s not unreasonable, is it?”

The moment she faced away from the media, her grief vanished, leaving behind only cold calculation. But as she turned back slightly, she made a show of dabbing at her eyes again, as if wiping away invisible tears.

Sarah repeated her words slowly. “Two hundred thousand?”

She glanced at the oversized banner stretched across the entrance and the crowd of reporters, their cameras flashing non-stop.

So this entire spectacle was for money?

She didn’t believe for a second that Tina’s death had anything to do with her. And the suicide note in her hands? It had too many inconsistencies.

But Mrs. Mendes’ reaction was the biggest red flag of all.

Most suicide notes from terminally ill individuals would mention their illness—their struggle, their pain, their hopelessness. But Tina’s letter said nothing about HIV.

Perhaps she had chosen to hide it. That wasn’t impossible.

Sarah exhaled, her mind racing. Just as she turned to walk toward the campus gates, Mrs. Mendes grabbed her arm in a death grip.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re not leaving!” she screamed. “You killed my daughter! You think you can just walk away like it’s nothing?”

The crowd surged forward, their anger boiling over, ready to stop Sarah themselves.

But the university’s security team wasn’t incompetent.

Several guards immediately stepped in, forming a protective barrier around Sarah and escorting her inside the gates.

She walked in with lingering unease, the sounds of Mrs. Mendes’ wailing echoing behind her.

“Didn’t she also win first place in the Decker Competition? Giving someone like her the award is an insult to the competition’s reputation!”

The opinions were endless.

Tina had taken her own life, and with the existence of that activity list, along with Mrs. Mendes’ heartbreaking public breakdown at the school gates, it was almost impossible for the public not to sympathize with her.

A grieving mother, kneeling alone in front of the university’s grand entrance, weeping as she demanded justice—it painted a picture of the weak against the powerful, a lone, helpless woman fighting an unjust system.

Sarah replayed the video of Mrs. Mendes’ emotional outburst, watching it over and over again.

Something felt off.

The woman was crying hysterically, her voice breaking with sorrow. But the more Sarah studied her face, the more she felt something was missing.

A mother mourning her child should be utterly devastated, drowning in pain. And yet, despite the tears streaming down Mrs. Mendes’ face, her eyes held no real sadness.