Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 467

Mrs. Mendes hesitated before continuing. "After Tina jumped, I was terrified—I didn’t know what to do except cry. Then she appeared. She said she would help me get justice. She planned everything—what to say, what to do. She was clearly helping me… Are you saying she’s the one who killed my daughter?"

Sarah could see right through Mrs. Mendes’s thoughts—all she cared about was the money.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Sarah spoke again. "Mrs. Mendes, your daughter might have been killed by her. Worse, she might have been pushed off that rooftop while she was still alive. Do you still think she was helping you?"

"That’s impossible!" The words pushed off the rooftop were too horrifying. She didn’t even dare to imagine it.

She had never been a loving mother to Tina, but that was still her child. A living, breathing person.

The thought of Tina standing on that rooftop, terrified and helpless, made her stomach twist. Even if she had yelled at Tina that day, she didn’t believe her daughter had truly lost all hope.

"Believe it or not, your daughter is gone. You’ve held her photo in your arms for days. Even if that woman didn’t physically push her, she must have played a part in her death. So tell me—what did she say to you? What did she give you?" Sarah’s voice was firm, pressing for the truth.

Mrs. Mendes’s eyes turned red. For the first time, she felt real grief.

A deep, aching sadness from the depths of her heart.

But after a long pause, she closed her eyes and forced herself to say, "I don’t know."

Sarah felt as if all her strength had drained from her body. "You do know. Tell me."

"Why do you keep pushing me? I told you—I don’t know! My daughter died because of you!"

Disappointment filled Sarah’s eyes. Without hesitation, she grabbed Mrs. Mendes’s wrist and dragged her to Tina’s photo.

In the dream, she saw Tina doing endless household chores while she herself sat comfortably on the couch, holding her son and watching TV.

Tina had taken on all the responsibilities of the household since she was eight. At an age when she should have been carefree, spoiled like a princess, she had instead been reduced to nothing more than a maid under her mother’s relentless demands.

For the first time, Mrs. Mendes saw everything through the eyes of an outsider. She watched the way her daughter had held the family together—how much she had done, and how little she, as a mother, had given in return.

It was late at night in the dream, and Tina had finally finished all her chores. Only then did she seem to shed the weight of the household and reclaim a moment for herself.

She sat quietly at the small desk by the window.

She had always been an excellent student, finishing her assignments at school whenever she could. Under the dim light, she carefully opened her diary and began to write down her thoughts.