Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 441

"Dean Larson, now that Tina has passed away, how does the university plan to handle Miss Sanders? Please give us a direct answer!"

Under the flashing lights, Mrs. Mendes looked even more pale and frail. Her lips were cracked, and when she opened her mouth to speak, they threatened to split further.

"Your university’s counselor caused my daughter’s death. What are you going to do about it?"

Dean Larson remained calm as he met her gaze. "Mrs. Mendes, the surveillance footage from your daughter’s last session with Miss Sanders is in my office. If you truly believe Miss Sanders did something wrong, you’re welcome to come and watch it with me. I assume you wouldn’t refuse?"

Mrs. Mendes hesitated, studying Dean Larson with suspicion before nodding heavily.

She followed him toward the office, still clutching Tina’s black-and-white photo tightly. The people holding the protest banner remained outside, ensuring the scene at the gates continued to draw attention.

As soon as Mrs. Mendes stepped into the office and saw Sarah sitting inside, she immediately lost control.

"You killed my daughter! How dare you still show your face in front of me? I swear, if I could, I’d tear you apart with my bare hands! How does someone who hasn’t even graduated from college dare to be a counselor?" She was completely hysterical, screaming expletives with wild rage.

Sarah remained unmoved, seated calmly at the table with an expressionless face, refusing to engage.

Her eyes drifted to the black-and-white photo of Tina, where the young girl was smiling faintly—completely different from the person Sarah had seen just days ago.

Even in monochrome, the warmth in that smile was evident, as if the girl in the photo had been full of life, radiating light and hope.

But the Tina Sarah had met in person had been utterly different. She had been a girl burdened with a heavy gloom, her presence lifeless, as if she had spent years trapped in a dark, suffocating space. Her eyes had been filled with exhaustion, despair.

Dean Larson placed his tablet in front of Mrs. Mendes and pressed play.

On the screen, the surveillance footage from the counseling room began.

The video showed Tina walking in, sitting down, and speaking with Sarah.

From start to finish, every word was recorded clearly. Sarah had spoken to her with patience and care. Not once had she said anything to push Tina over the edge.

Even the discussion about "if you had three more days to live" had been nothing more than an exercise to help guide her toward seeing the possibilities still left in her life. It had been meant to help her, not harm her.

Her grief, her anger—it felt different. Calculated.

Sarah shook her head. "Your daughter’s death has nothing to do with me."

Mrs. Mendes' face twisted in fury. "If this is how you’re going to talk, then I have no reason to stay here!"

She stormed out, cursing under her breath, and returned to the university gates. This time, her cries were even louder, even more desperate.

But inside the university, something else had started to shift.

Some students, those who had attended Sarah’s counseling sessions before, began speaking out in her defense.

To them, Miss Sanders had always been kind, patient, and understanding. There was no way she would ever drive someone to suicide.

And so, despite the raging storm outside, voices of support began to rise from within the campus.