Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 463

"There’s no point in hiding anything now. Who came up with the idea of holding a banner and carrying your daughter’s photo in front of the school? And who told you to demand a million?" Sarah pressed forward, locking eyes with Mrs. Mendes.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Mrs. Mendes said, lowering her gaze. "People like us—what else can we do but call the police? But they ruled it as a suicide. I didn’t believe it, so I went to your school to demand an explanation. As for the ten million? Forget that—I think you owe me compensation."

Sarah didn’t buy a word of it. "The person who gave your son chocolate is the same one who gave you the idea, isn’t it?"

Mrs. Mendes’s expression hardened. She clamped her mouth shut and refused to answer.

"It doesn’t matter if you won’t talk. I can find out on my own." Sarah pulled out the chocolate Tommy had given her. "Do you even know what kind of chocolate this is?"

"Luxury goods have one benefit—they can be traced. You probably don’t know this, but this particular chocolate is incredibly expensive. A single piece costs thousands. Each one has a handwritten serial number, meaning every piece can be traced back to its buyer."

Ademine chocolates came from Italy. They were among the most expensive chocolates in the world, having won countless international awards. Even in Italy, they were difficult to obtain, let alone in this country. Limited edition. Rare. Precious.

To Mrs. Mendes, it looked like nothing more than an ordinary piece of candy. But to Sarah, it was anything but.

Mrs. Mendes’s face turned pale. She stared at the chocolate in disbelief. What she couldn’t wrap her head around wasn’t just that this seemingly ordinary chocolate was worth several months of their living expenses—it was the fact that those people could casually pull something so expensive out of their pockets and give it away like it was nothing.

People like them lived in a completely different world.

A bitter, self-mocking smile tugged at her lips. "So what? Just because of this? That doesn’t prove someone put me up to it. Go ahead and investigate."

Sarah’s expression turned ice-cold. Stubborn to the very end.

"Mrs. Mendes, I’ll be back with evidence. You just wait. I hope, when that time comes, you’ll be able to face Tina’s photo without guilt."

Sarah pouted playfully. "I couldn’t help it, okay? Look, I’m fine, aren’t I?"

"You have no idea how terrifying people on the internet can be right now. So many of them want to harm you. How could I not worry? Go home and wait for my update—I’ll take care of this."

Sarah looked at him gratefully. "Thank you, Melvin."

In a closed-off room, Sarah and Mia sat across from each other.

Between them was a long table, with a blank sheet of paper and a pen resting beside it.

Sarah’s expression softened as she looked at Mia. "Mia, just relax. Imagine the most intense moment you’ve ever felt—then, draw that scene."