Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 165

She had mostly forgotten the events of that night, but Dalton's words had stuck with her, along with the fleeting memory that flashed in her mind when she saw the screenshot. She knew it was her inebriation that led her to him, but how could she have been in her right mind under the influence of alcohol? "Don't push me too far! I've already given you the money." Helen felt helpless against Dalton's overwhelming presence. His gaze clearly conveyed what he was thinking. Gripping the ground, her fingers ached. "Let me go!" "Let you go? In your dreams," Dalton said, roughly dragging her backwards.

Helen was filled with regret. She hardly ever went to bars, but those days of living it up led her there! "If you dare hurt me, you won't see another cent. Don't forget, I know your name, and if you push me any further, don't blame me for what I might do!" Helen screamed. Dalton, enraged by the thre threat, grabbed Helen's hair and demanded, "And what will you do? How will you retaliate against me?" "I'm begging you, let t me go. I definitely get you the money in three days," she pleaded, with tears streaming down her face. Determined not to let her go, Dalton spat out, "You filthy witch!"

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Helen took a deep breath, pulled a cold object from her pocket, and suddenly stabbed Dalton. Blood! The rusty scent of bright red blood splattered across her face. She released her grip, trembling, as the man in front of her looked at her in horror. The dagger was lodged in his side, and the blood flowed out.

"It's

all your fault!" she said, trembling.

Dalton, furious, moved to grab her. "How dare you use a dagger!"

"Shut up! You forced me to do this! You deserve it!" She kicked at the hand reaching out towards her, kicking frantically.

Before long, Dalton passed out. Helen slumped to the ground

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reaching over to check his breath. Gone! Could he be dead...?

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and began searching the hotel room, taking his phone and computer. But she searched the entire

lying in a pool of blood and left without looking back. Fortunately, she had covered

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calmly in bed, hugging a pillow. "I'm Yoselin," she murmured, while her mind began to recall past events. She had forgotten many things, but could accurately find memories

her when she felt insecure? Who on earth was responsible for the kidnapping? And who

looking for her true self, she was no longer relying on her like a fish to water with that uneasy emotion. Maybe, after the bed rest period, Yoselin will return to who she used to be! Day six. Today is the penultimate day for complete bed rest. Yoselin's condition is pretty stable, and Yasmine can finally breathe a sigh of relief. While some people can't stick it out during the

again. With Morgan at work, Yasmine frowned, wondering if it might be Irene again. But when she opened the door, the person standing there took her by

see Yoselin?" No need to ask, because there

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eyes immediately drawn to the surveillance monitor in the living room. The camera was fixed on Yoselin's bed, and he didn't even have to adjust the angle to see Yoselin lying there, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. With a pang of sympathy, he asked, "How long has she been staring at the ceiling

softly, "Three hours." Usually, she either sleeps and wakes only to doze off again, or she just spaces out and

said icily, "Open the door. I'm taking

off Nathan-it was obviously Irene. She intentionally told Nathan

Nathan glanced at

Yasmine with confusion and said, "Ms. Sanchez, your treatment methods

you tell her to quit now, it's like saying all her previous efforts were in vain." Nathan waved his hand, and a few bodyguards behind him stepped forward. Two of them blocked Yasmine, while the

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came from inside. "Grandpa, leave me be. I think I'm starting to feel better these last couple of days." It was

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