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

Chapter 258

Urena paused and continued, "After Teresa jumped from the builing, I was terrified and could only cry. Then she appeared. saying she'd help me get justice. She even planned everything call for me, what to say and what to do. She was clearly helping me, but could it be that she harmed my daughter?"

Yasmine could easily understand what Ureita was thinking-she just wanted to get the money. Calming her emotions, she said, "Urena, your daughter might have been killed by that won. To put it more starkly, she could have been pushed off the roof alive. Do you still think she's helping you?

"How could that be possible?" Urena gasped at the thought of her daughter being pushed off alive; it was too horrifying to even consider. Although she had never really cared much for her daughter, after all, she was still a living, breathing person, a life she brought into this world.

Urena couldn't imagine the terror and fear Teresa must have felt on that rooftop. Whether the woman pushed her, she knew that even after her scolding that day, Teresa probably hadn't lost all hope for life.

"Whether you believe it or not, your daughter is indeed dead now. You've held her photo for days, Even if this woman didn't push her, she certainly contributed in some way. Tell me what she told you or what benefits you got from her." Yasmine said gravely. Urena's eyes were slightly red. This was the first time she felt sadness-a deep, genuine grief. But she closed her eyes briefly and continued, "I don't know"

Yasmine seemed to lose all strength. "You know, tell me."

keep forcing me? I really don't know! It's you who killed my daughter!" Urena

to Teresa's photo. "Look at your daughter, look into her eyes and tell me you really know nothing? I've already told you, your daughter might have been killed

Don't think just because you're telling me this, you can clear yourself of suspicion. If you keep pressuring me, I'll call the police,

Yasmine directly put the phone in her hand. Call the

acting crazy, "Get out of my house! Don't come back! I won't give up on the

saw Teresa doing all

have been the age where she was pampered like a little princess, enjoying a carefree life.

how she herself had treated Teresa. It was only late at night, after finishing all the housework, that Teresa could finally relax and be herself again. She quietly sat at the small desk by the window. Being an outstanding student, she was used to completing all her assignments at school. Carefully, she opened her diary and penned down

towards him, sweetly asking if she could have a candy. As a teenager, Teresa was forced to accept old clothes from distant relatives. Even when accompanying Urena to shop for groceries, her eyes still longed for the dresses on display. Despite them being affordable,

an adult. Teresa grew tall and elegant, yet became increasingly silent. It seemed she hid all her thoughts deep

deep in his mind. He didn't want to bring them out or face the fact that he used to be able to casually give her a piece of candy or buy that dress, but he didn't. It seemed like a deeply ingrained belief in her mind that daughters, once married, were like spilled water- there was no need to th them

me! How lilthy! She clearly saw the