Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 528

“Benjamin harassed me in public. I did what anyone should’ve done. What exactly did I do wrong?”

Crash!

Old Lady White slammed her teacup onto the floor, shattering porcelain across the polished surface.

“You’ve certainly got a way with words!” she spat.

Mrs. Blanco hesitated, then quickly chimed in, “Maybe Sarah just never liked Benjamin and decided to hit him. Now she’s turning the whole thing around, accusing him of harassment.”

“That must be it!” Sydney echoed, eyes gleaming with malice.

Sarah let out a cold laugh. “He’s already in custody. If you really believe he’s innocent, then go find the evidence. I won’t stop you.”

“Enough with this nonsense!” Mrs. Blanco snapped, face twisted with fury. “You’re going to go down to the station right now and tell them to release him! Or do you want to turn this whole situation into a public scandal? You shameless, ungrateful thing!”

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Sarah said, voice low and sharp. She met Mrs. Blanco’s glare without flinching.

Old Lady White’s face turned an ominous shade of red. “How dare you speak to your elders like that? No respect at all—disgraceful!”

Sarah’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Respect? You want to talk about respect? Was Sydney showing respect when she snatched my dress like a beggar? Was Benjamin being respectful when he tried to assault me? Or are you referring to your son, who’s neck-deep in gambling debts?”

The room went still.

Sydney’s face turned deathly pale. Her fingers trembled with rage. “What did you just say? I never took your clothes!”

Sarah’s gaze cut to her, sharp as a blade. “You were practically drooling over my wardrobe. Don’t act innocent.”

Old Lady White’s breathing grew uneven. “You… you’ve got a vicious mouth!” she hissed.

Mrs. Blanco rushed to hand her a cup of tea, panicking. “Sister, please! Don’t get so worked up over her!”

Sarah crossed her arms and shook her head. “If I were you, I wouldn’t have come here just to make a fool of myself.”

Old Lady White glared at her. “What did you say?”

She took a step closer to Sydney, eyes glinting.

“So let me guess… You invited me to the theatre. Even if the dress hadn’t come apart, you’d have found an excuse to leave the box. And then Benjamin would’ve come in to harass me—hoping to force me into a situation where I’d have no choice but to end up with him.”

Her voice dropped a notch. “That was the plan, wasn’t it?”

Sydney’s face twisted with rage. “No! I… I didn’t! You’re making this up!”

Her voice cracked with panic, eyes darting toward her mother.

Mrs. Blanco paled. She hadn’t expected the conversation to take this turn.

She lunged forward, grabbing Sydney by the wrist and yanking her back.

“Stop it!” she barked. “Stop talking nonsense! This is between you and Benjamin. Leave Sydney out of it!”