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

Chapter 465

Before James could finish reading, his mother entered the room, her face clouded with worry.

"James, I'm really worried about Charlotte. Why is it that even though she hasn't been sent to prison, I still can't take care of her? If anything happens to my grandson, I won't let them off!" she said angrily, her frustration spilling over into a fit of coughing.

James remained calm. "Mom, even if she isn't in prison, she's still under house arrest. That means that while she may be at home, it's no different from being in jail. You can't just visit her whenever you want."

His mother glanced at his computer screen and immediately spotted Sarah's name displayed in bold letters. With a cold snort, she scoffed, "That wretched woman has finally revealed her true colors for everyone to see. She's nothing but a curse! First, she ruined Lucy, then Charlotte and my grandson. And now, she's finally killed someone. Let's see how she gets away this time!"

James's expression darkened slightly. "Mom, the case isn't even closed yet. Besides, Dean Larson already released the security footage. There's nothing suspicious in it."

"You're actually defending that little tramp? Have you forgotten who sent Charlotte to jail? And Lucy-she's still in a psychiatric hospital!" His mother was one step away from outright yelling.

James took a deep breath. "They brought it on themselves."

this? Don't tell me you actually have feelings

jumping to conclusions. Don't say things

about anything else. Right now, you need to get Charlotte out of there! She's pregnant! I won't let

already been decided, and the fact that

even get Lucy out of the psychiatric hospital-let alone someone

help, I'll find someone who will!" His mother pointed an accusatory finger at him, her restraint

out, slamming the door behind her. Only then did James let out a

At the Reynolds Group.

Ever since the media published Mrs. Mendes's statements— along with her demand for one million—the narrative

person fighting against the

hundred thousand, I might've passionately supported her. But now? I barely make three thousand a month I should probably just worry about my own

comments. Zachary understood this