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

Chapter 337

It's fine, Vivian will save her this time. Lucy had only pushed Sarah because of Vivian. Vivian would definitely come through for her!

And even if Vivian didn't, her brother could just get her another psychiatric evaluation. Yes, her brother would save her. He always did.

At home, Mrs. Chancer cried and argued with James, pleading for him to help Lucy. "She's your sister!"

James, however, remained stone-faced. "Mom, how many times has this happened? She needs to learn her lesson."

With that, he went into his study and locked the door behind him.

This time, James had made up his mind. He wasn't going to bail Lucy out again. It was time for her to grow up.

Inside the study, James began searching through his things. He remembered that Sarah had once left a photo album in here. He suddenly recalled that it was tied to one of the times Sarah had gotten hurt-she had even taken a photo of herself to "commemorate" the incident.

After nearly half an hour of rummaging, he finally found a pitch-black album tucked in a corner. Opening it, the first photo immediately brought back a flood of memories.

figure from behind. Boats drifted lazily along the Seine River, and the figure

touched this album. He vaguely remembered Sarah telling him she bought it to fill it with pictures of the two

things had gone wrong.

surface

page, James froze. This photo showed Sarah sitting alone at a dining table. A birthday cake sat in front of her, candles flickering brightly. She wore a "Happy Birthday" hat, but the loneliness in the scene was

knife had pierced his heart. The harder he tried to forget, the clearer

he remembered that day in

when Sarah had called, timidly asking if he would come home for dinner. He had refused without

brightly lit dining room, Sarah had been alone. The cake, its candles glowing warmly, had been there just

candle flames were scorching him. He flinched, startled by the raw

had always been his fault. He had let Sarah down too many

a line on the back: "August 6th, spent my birthday alone. Best

frowned slightly. August 6th was