Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 461

"You have no idea how much those words might have hurt her. Maybe... maybe it was because of those very words that pushed her to—“ Sarah couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.

Mrs. Mendes jumped up in rage, jabbing a finger at Sarah as she lashed out. "Shut up! What are you trying to say? That my daughter died because of me? Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

"Calm down. I need more details." Sarah frowned slightly. She had a feeling this wasn't as simple as it seemed.

Mrs. Mendes wanted to throw her out, but then she suddenly remembered the compensation she hadn't received yet. Forcibly swallowing her anger, she held herself back. "What more details do you need?"

"When you came back from grocery shopping and saw your daughter fall, did you see anyone coming out of the stairwell? Someone fleeing in a panic, or running away quickly?"

Mrs. Mendes's face went pale. "W-what do you mean by that?"

Her whole body started to tremble. "Are you saying... my daughter didn’t commit suicide? That someone killed her? But the police said—said she..."

Sarah’s voice turned cold. "Someone tampered with the report. There were signs of a struggle on the rooftop."

"How... how could that be?" Mrs. Mendes’s eyes widened in shock.

Even though she had never been particularly fond of her daughter, the memory of that day was burned into her mind.

"Someone’s about to jump! Call the police!"

"Oh my god, isn’t that the smart kid from Adams University?"

It was as if she was back in that moment, returning from the market, hearing the voices of the crowd buzzing in her ears.

She looked up—and just as she feared, there was her daughter, standing at the edge of the rooftop. One more step, and she would fall.

A panicked figure… Is someone running away?

Bang!

The sickening sound of a body hitting the ground. She heard it again, as if it were happening right now.

"Mrs. Mendes, what if your daughter was really murdered? Are you still only thinking about compensation? Don’t you want to find out the truth? Don’t you want to catch the real killer?" Sarah asked, disbelief written all over her face.

Mrs. Mendes avoided her gaze. She only wanted the money…

"Think about it—she was your daughter! Do you really not care at all? Even after knowing there’s a real chance she didn’t kill herself?" Sarah’s sharp eyes bore into her, trying to awaken even the tiniest sliver of maternal instinct.

Mrs. Mendes stared at her blankly.

Just then, the door to the innermost bedroom creaked open a crack, and a small boy peeked out. "Mom, there’s a bad guy," he said timidly.

Sarah’s cold gaze instantly shifted to the child.

Mrs. Mendes rushed over and slammed the door shut. "Kids talk nonsense. Just pretend you didn’t hear anything."

Sarah’s hand shot out, grabbing Mrs. Mendes’s wrist in a vice grip. Her voice was firm and unyielding. "I want to talk to your son!"