Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 707

"Answer me. Do you most hope it's heads or tails?" Sarah's voice carried an undeniable authority.

The woman finally spoke. "Tails."

Before Sarah's hand moved, the woman hurriedly corrected herself, "No, no, no—heads."

Her indecisiveness reminded Sarah of her former self. Choosing between reason and emotion was often the hardest decision. It had once taken her several days to make up her mind.

Sarah opened her palm. The woman's eyes widened, staring as if trying to burn a hole through Sarah's hand. But quickly, she discovered that Sarah's palm was completely empty. There was no coin at all.

No heads or tails—there wasn't even a coin to begin with.

Seeing the woman's confused expression, Sarah smiled and said, "In the moment I opened my hand, your heart already had the answer. I can't tell you how to solve your problem, nor can I make the decision for you. But you should know that you only have one life, while love can be found more than once. The fact that you're troubled by this situation shows that your principles and your heart have already made the decision for you."

The woman's eyes were confused, but when they drifted to the photograph in her hand, a flash of clarity appeared.

She understood what she needed to do and how to find herself again.

"Thank you." This expression of gratitude seemed to carry some of her former pride.

She wasn't an ordinary girl but a wealthy heiress who had lost herself while dating that man. After being manipulated for so long, she had forgotten her dignity.

People who could come to Pine Mist Island Resort were either rich or powerful. A session in the emotion release room was quite expensive. Those who could afford it were hardly ordinary.

"You're welcome. I wish you happiness."

Sarah put down her pen and, in front of the woman, placed the documents in a folder and locked it in a safe.

The woman watched with satisfaction, her expression somewhat complex. "I've heard about you from many people, but I think they were wrong."

The nurse was stunned. She looked back at the still unconscious Charlotte, then at the sleeping baby, and couldn't help but sigh.

Exhausted and under the effects of anesthesia, Charlotte didn't wake up until that evening.

The first thing she did upon waking was to look around for James.

Unfortunately, the room contained only lifeless objects besides herself.

"Click." The door made a soft turning sound.

Charlotte's slightly swollen eyes instantly lit up with hope as she stared intently at the slowly opening door.

The caretaker carefully walked in carrying a thermos. She was startled when she met Charlotte's gaze. "Oh! You're awake."