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

Chapter 441

"Dean Larson, now that Tina has passed away, how does the university plan to handle Miss Sanders? Please give us a direct answer!"

Under the flashing lights, Mrs. Mendes looked even more pale and frail. Her lips were cracked, and when she opened her mouth to speak, they threatened to split further.

"Your university's counselor caused my daughter's death. What are you going to do about it?"

Dean Larson remained calm as he met her gaze. "Mrs. Mendes, the surveillance footage from your daughter's last session with Miss Sanders is in my office. If you truly believe Miss Sanders did something wrong, you're welcome to come and watch it with me. I assume you wouldn't refuse?"

Mrs. Mendes hesitated, studying Dean Larson with suspicion before nodding heavily.

She followed him toward the office, still clutching Tina's black-and-white photo tightly. The people holding the protest banner remained outside, ensuring the scene at the gates continued to draw attention.

As soon as Mrs. Mendes stepped into the office and saw Sarah sitting inside, she immediately lost control.

"You killed my daughter! How dare you still show your face in front of me? I swear, if I could, I'd tear you apart with my bare hands! How does someone who hasn't even graduated from college dare to be a counselor?" She was completely hysterical, screaming expletives with wild rage.

Sarah remained unmoved, seated calmly at the table with an expressionless face, refusing to engage.

black-and-white photo of Tina, where the young girl was smiling faintly-completely different

monochrome, the warmth in that smile was evident, as if the girl in the

Tina Sarah had met in person had been utterly different. She had been a girl burdened with a heavy gloom, her presence lifeless, as

surveillance footage from the counseling room began. The video showed Tina walking in, sitting down, and speaking with Sarah. From start to finish, every

an exercise to help guide her toward seeing the possibilities still left

on Mrs. Mendes, observing her closely. There

she had never mentioned having

or distress-she barely reacted at all. It was as

suspicion formed

did you already know

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but steady. "Most mothers, upon learning their daughter had HIV, would have a much stronger

you expect me to do? You don't get to tell me how to react! Right now, you are my enemy! Asking for two hundred thousand in compensation is already being generous. You're the