Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 460

As she spoke, Mrs. Mendes quickly made her son go to his room and lock the door.

In that moment, Tina's eyes dimmed. She couldn't understand why a stranger in the counseling office could gently tell her not to be afraid, yet her mother, who always claimed to love her most, would treat her this way.

"I'm not dirty. The counselor said this illness can be managed." She looked at her mother with a last glimmer of hope.

But Mrs. Mendes only responded with concern for herself, "Shut up! You got this filthy disease and still want treatment? AIDS can't be cured, and who do you expect to pay for treatment? We don't have a single penny. Don't be delusional!"

At that moment, her look toward her daughter held no compassion - only anger and fear.

Tina, already full of despair, lost even the small hope she'd regained from Sarah's words.

Her barely rebuilt emotional walls came crashing down. Pale-faced, her lips trembling, she said, "Mom, I wasn't going to ask you for money for treatment, I just..."

Just wanted a little care and concern - couldn't she spare some of the attention she gave her brother?

Her mother's claims about working hard to pay for her education were lies. She'd earned her tuition and living expenses through part-time jobs during holidays and after classes, all while worrying about her mother suddenly demanding money from her.

Her eyes were red as Mrs. Mendes frantically searched online. "No, no, you can't live with us now that you have AIDS. Where's that scumbag? He infected you with AIDS - he must pay compensation! Make him pay a million! Where is he? Take me to him!"

"Forget it, it's all over. Getting such a dirty disease - your life is finished!"

"Stay home and watch your brother. I'm going out for groceries. Remember, don't touch him. If you dare infect him, I’ll kill you!”

Mrs. Mendes failed to notice that, amid her stream of disgusted words, Tina was staring out the window - the twentieth-floor window.

Of course, Mrs. Mendes hadn't told Sarah everything, omitting her own abusive words.

"Mrs. Mendes, while AIDS can't be cured, hospitals provide free medication for treatment. I believe there will be solutions in the near future. What really needed healing were those hurtful words. The virus couldn't break her heart, but you could." Her voice seemed to drift farther away until the world seemed to stand still.