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

Chapter 454

Professor Wells furrowed his brows slightly. "Mrs. Mendes, we understand your grief, and the university is willing to provide some form of compensation for Tina Mendes' passing. However, demanding one million is simply not possible. If you continue disrupting the school's order at the main gate, we will have no choice but to involve the police."

Though both Professor Wells and Dean Larson appeared calm and composed, their words left no room for negotiation.

For once, Mrs. Mendes fell silent, glaring at them viciously. "Fine! Call the police then!"

Professor Wells didn't hesitate he pulled out his phone and started dialing. But just as he pressed the second digit, his phone was suddenly snatched away.

"You really dare? Do you think there's no law in this country?" she shrieked.

On the other side, Dean Larson calmly raised his own phone, turning the screen toward her so she could see the number he was dialing. "Calling now-Adams University main gate. Someone is deliberately causing a disturbance."

The reporters, who had been eagerly capturing every moment, hadn't expected Dean Larson to actually follow through.

Ten minutes later, a police car pulled up at the entrance.

the media immediately turned

Larson and Professor Wells stood their ground as one of the officers approached. "Officer, please handle this situation," Dean Larson

Mendes by the arm.

to take action so quickly. She screamed, "Officer, you're arresting the wrong person! The teacher at this school killed my daughter! She's the one you

your daughter's death had nothing

she hadn't even received a response from the person she was targeting. Was

didn't relent. They led her to the police car, her protests fading

slipped from her grasp, landing on the pavement. Nearby, the red banner that had once displayed her demands was

At the Sanders estate.

clutching the blanket tightly around her body. It was the only thing giving her a sense of security, wrapping her in an

Just two hours ago, Mia had been kidnapped, dragged into a nightmarish ordeal where she witnessed something no

of her. The echoes of those shrieks still circled in her ears, haunting her. Every time she

bloodstained knife plunging into flesh. The sickening crackle of roasting meat over an open flame. The scent of burning, seared into her mind. She trembled uncontrollably, fear seeping into every corner of her being. But worse than the fear itself was the overwhelming feeling of something she couldn't even describe an invisible, suffocating force that made it even more unbearable. How could she possibly put into words