Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 451

"A cloned license plate?" Zachary's mind stirred.

For some reason, his thoughts drifted back to three years ago—another van, just like this one, had appeared, and that incident had left Mia with deep, irreparable psychological trauma.

The assistant nodded respectfully. "Yes, sir. A cloned plate. There’s no way to trace it."

Sarah sat beside Mia, watching her closely. It had taken so much effort just to get Mia to calm down.

Vivian stood to the side, silently observing the two of them—Sarah gently comforting Mia while Zachary spoke with his assistant.

She felt like an outsider.

Her hands instinctively clenched behind her back, fingers digging into her palm.

It was suffocating.

A feeling she couldn’t describe.

It came from Sarah.

It came from the way Zachary and Sarah existed in a space where no one else could step in.

Zachary finally turned his gaze toward Vivian. His voice was polite, but distant. "Mia’s stable now. You should head back to the company."

Vivian froze for a moment, then quickly nodded before leaving.

The assistant handed Zachary the tablet before excusing himself—he had work to do and leads to chase down.

Now, only Zachary and Sarah remained in the room.

"Thank you," Zachary said, his voice softer.

Mia’s condition was unique—if they had taken her to the hospital, the doctors would’ve been powerless.

A different psychologist might not have been able to handle it.

Because when Mia had an episode, the only person she truly trusted… was Sarah.

"Keep investigating the van. That’s our next lead."

Zachary hesitated, glancing toward Mia. "And her…?"

Sarah reassured him, "She’ll be fine with me. If anything changes, I’ll call you."

Zachary nodded solemnly.

Sarah stood up. "I’ll handle Mia. You focus on the van. But be careful."

Zachary turned and stepped out of Sarah’s house. Just before closing the door, he paused for a brief moment, casting a deep, unreadable look at her before finally leaving.

At the university gates, Mrs. Mendes had been sitting there for so long that even she seemed too exhausted to grieve anymore. The media remained camped outside, ready to pounce on any professor or school official who stepped out.

Inside the dean’s office, Professor Wells entered with a serious expression.

Dean Larson barely looked up, as if he had been expecting him. “Mrs. Mendes still there?" he asked.