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

Chapter 259

Urena patted her chest and reached for her phone. "Ms Sanche, I can tell you."

Urena sat in the living room, surrounded by a sky full of twinkling stars, with the moon hanging eternally high above.

Yasmine and Morgan sat on the other side, listening intently to Her story.

Urena said, "The day my daughter died, after leaving the police station, I met that woman at my doorstep. She claimed she would help me get justice and showed me what to do. The truth is, I saw her that day in the hallway on the twentieth floor, but I didn't mention it... She came soon after you two left. I had no clue who she was, but I noticed she dressed really well, she looked great, and a single piece of her clothing could support us ordinary folks for a long time."

Urena gave a bitter chuckle and continued, "I couldn't hold back and questioned her. She told me not to think any further about it, to just insist it was you who killed my daughter, and offered me a million dollars to agree."

"So that's why you refused to answer me later on? All for that million?" Yasmine narrowed her eyes slightly.

Urena nodded. "You all are such important people, always free from worrying about money. A million might not even cover a few of your outfits, maybe your sports cars are worth millions just like that. But for ordinary folks like us, do you know what a million means? It means I wouldn't have to get up at the crack of dawn and work late into the night, worrying about money. I wouldn't have to hesitate going to the hospital when my child is sick, or live in constant fear of the shabby building collapsing. This one million can buy peace for me and my son for the rest of our lives. Why wouldn't I agree! Even if Teresa was still alive, she may not have earned that million through decades of hard work from dusk till dawn.

Yasmine understood, and Morgan said nothing either. She noticed tears rolling down Urena's cheeks, and no matter if it was for the money, she had at least made the right choice. "What I can tell you is, this million can buy peace for you and your son's future, but it can't give her peace in the afterlife. Can you live with that, Mrs. Urena?" Yasmine asked her carefully, word by word.

Instinctively. Urena glanced at the framed photo on the table. Those eyes seemed to smile for a moment, causing her to skip. That's why I called you here," Urena said after a moment of contemplation, finally retrieving something from behind and handing it to Yasmine. "This is Teresa's phone. There might be clues inside. I have been an unworthy mother. I've decided to return to my hometown with my son tomorrow.

Morgan glanced at Yasmine and quickly followed up, saying, "Don't leave yet. I'll assign someone to keep an eye on this place and protect you. It's best not to go back until everything settles down."

them in confusion, but eventually

exited the dilapidated house, both with serious expressions. Once in the car, Yasmine relayed all the information and events

her, she's going to be hard to

crossed her face. After being bogged down by so

early morning hours, Morgan finally finished work and came back with the locked

at night, the girl opened up WhatsApp. [Did

replied anxiously,

only have two days left. If you don't go, you'll regret

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trembled as she typed, [No! Please, I promise I'll go.

[Waiting for your update.]

after finishing this brief conversation, Teresa

home, she received another letter from that person, [Great, I know

so much I want to do, and people don't die so easily from AIDS. I heard the government provides free medicine, so there's still hope for me,

better stick to it, or I'll make sure you do. And don't naively think everyone around you will remain

you to stop fantasizing. Do you really think you can have a fresh start with this disease? If you want to experiment, why not start with the people closest to you? How about

breath. It turned out that Teresa carelessly let Urena see

The moment Urena found out she had AIDS, she immediately wanted her to stay away. That disdainful look was the first