Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 705

"Enough. I've heard too many words like these. It's all for my own good, it's all to protect me—using these noble-sounding excuses to make me believe him, to understand him. Well then, why don't you who want me to believe him try to convince him to believe in me? Are you all underestimating me, or overestimating Vivian? I don't want to hear this kind of talk anymore. Everything he suffered today was his own choice."

In this moment, Sarah's coldness fully erupted. She was no longer indifferent or dismissive, because she simply couldn't ignore the pain in her heart.

Mia hadn't expected Sarah to say such things today. She held Sarah's hand sympathetically. "Sarah, I'm sorry. It's because I wasn't thinking. I shouldn't have said those things that upset you."

When emotions reach their breaking point, they tend to explode, but often calm down shortly after the outburst.

Sarah had regained her composure. She shook her head with a bitter smile. "This isn't your fault. Since the doctor is here, you can take care of him. I should head back now."

Mia pressed her lips together, wanting to say something but ultimately remaining silent.

The next day, Zachary, who had suffered from a headache all night, checked his phone first thing upon waking. At Mia's request, Sarah had already deleted all the call records, so he didn't see any calls to Sarah, though there were several from Vivian.

This didn't seem right. He clearly remembered calling Sarah yesterday, and he was sure he had called more than once. Why were there no records?

Was everything that happened yesterday just a dream?

But he distinctly remembered falling asleep in cold water. How was he now in bed?

After a couple of coughs, Steven entered with a cup of hot tea. "Zach, drink this up."

Zachary took the cup. "What happened to me yesterday? I feel like I saw Sarah."

That was her voice! Those were her words!

It must have been her yesterday...

Meanwhile, in the emotion release room, Sarah watched the monitors. She had hired several excellent psychological consultants who sat in their respective monitoring rooms observing and recording the reactions of clients in the release rooms.

Sarah focused on the monitor in front of her. In the room she was watching, a woman slowly walked to the front. She took out a photograph from her bag.

She placed the photo on a punching bear, then picked up a hammer from the side of the room and smashed it hard against the bear's face. As the bear shattered, the photo floated gently to the ground. The woman carefully picked it up, gently brushed off the dust, and held it close to her chest as if it were a priceless treasure.