Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 454

Professor Wells furrowed his brows slightly. “Mrs. Mendes, we understand your grief, and the university is willing to provide some form of compensation for Tina Mendes’ passing. However, demanding one million is simply not possible. If you continue disrupting the school’s order at the main gate, we will have no choice but to involve the police.”

Though both Professor Wells and Dean Larson appeared calm and composed, their words left no room for negotiation.

For once, Mrs. Mendes fell silent, glaring at them viciously. “Fine! Call the police then!”

Professor Wells didn’t hesitate—he pulled out his phone and started dialing. But just as he pressed the second digit, his phone was suddenly snatched away.

“You really dare? Do you think there’s no law in this country?” she shrieked.

On the other side, Dean Larson calmly raised his own phone, turning the screen toward her so she could see the number he was dialing. “Calling now—Adams University main gate. Someone is deliberately causing a disturbance.”

The reporters, who had been eagerly capturing every moment, hadn’t expected Dean Larson to actually follow through.

Ten minutes later, a police car pulled up at the entrance.

Mrs. Mendes tensed, while the media immediately turned their cameras toward the officers stepping out.

Dean Larson and Professor Wells stood their ground as one of the officers approached. “Officer, please handle this situation,” Dean Larson said evenly.

Without hesitation, the officer stepped forward and took Mrs. Mendes by the arm. “Ma’am, you’ll need to come with us.”

Mrs. Mendes hadn’t expected them to take action so quickly. She screamed, “Officer, you’re arresting the wrong person! The teacher at this school killed my daughter! She’s the one you should be taking away!”

The officer’s voice remained firm. “Mrs. Mendes, our investigation has already concluded that your daughter’s death had nothing to do with Miss Sanders. Please cooperate and come with us.”

Panic flashed across her face. She had fought so hard to make her demands known, yet she hadn’t even received a response from the person she was targeting. Was she really going to be taken away just like that?

No matter how much she struggled, the officers didn’t relent. They led her to the police car, her protests fading into the background.

The black-and-white photo she had been clutching slipped from her grasp, landing on the pavement. Nearby, the red banner that had once displayed her demands was now discarded, trampled beneath the shifting crowd.

A red ceiling.

A red TV stand.

And Sarah also soaked in red.

Since being rescued at the school gate, it was as if a veil of crimson had been draped over her eyes. No matter where she looked, everything was stained in that same horrifying shade.

And suddenly, she understood.

No matter where she went, no matter how hard she tried to escape, that red veil would never lift.

It would remain before her eyes forever, staining the world around her, seeping into every crevice of her life.