Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 469

She placed a hand over her chest, feeling the steady but heavy rhythm of her heartbeat. Then, reaching for her phone, she made the call.

"Miss Sanders, I’m ready to tell you everything."

Mrs. Mendes sat in the dimly lit living room, the night sky outside shimmering with stars, the moon hanging high and distant.

Across from her, Sarah and Melvin sat in silence, listening intently.

"The day my daughter died, after I left the police station, I met her at my doorstep. She told me she would help me get justice. She taught me what to say and do.

"Actually, I saw her that day. On the twentieth floor, in the stairwell. But I didn’t say anything… After you two came to see me, she showed up not long after. I don’t know who she is, but I could tell she was someone rich. Her clothes, the way she carried herself—any one piece of her outfit could probably pay for years of our living expenses."

A bitter laugh escaped her lips before she continued.

"I couldn’t hold back. I asked her outright. She told me to stop thinking about what happened that day. Just keep insisting that you were the one who caused my daughter’s death. That was all I had to do.

"And to make sure I agreed, she gave me a million."

Sarah’s eyes narrowed. "So that’s why you refused to answer my questions? Just for that one million?"

Mrs. Mendes nodded. "You people never have to worry about money. A million is nothing to you—it’s barely worth a few pieces of clothing. One of your sports cars probably costs several million. But for people like us, do you have any idea what a million means?

"It means I don’t have to wake up at dawn every day, breaking my back just to make ends meet. It means I don’t have to hesitate when my child gets sick, afraid to step into a hospital. It means I don’t have to live in a crumbling apartment, fearing every night that the walls might collapse on top of us.

"This money could buy me and my son a stable future. So tell me—why wouldn’t I take it?"

Even if Tina were still alive, working tirelessly for decades, she might never have earned a million in her lifetime.

Sarah understood. Melvin didn’t say anything either.

A single tear slipped from the corner of Mrs. Mendes’s eye.

As Sarah and Melvin stepped out of the rundown apartment, their expressions remained serious.

Once inside the car, Sarah recounted everything she had learned at the Mendes house over the past two days, every detail she had observed.

"I’m certain—it was Vivian," she concluded.

"If it’s her, this won’t be easy," Melvin said gravely.

Sarah handed him Tina’s phone. “Melvin, I’ll leave this to you. I can’t crack the passcode."

A weight of caution settled between them.

After days of running into dead ends, they had finally found something—something that might hold the key to the truth.