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

Chapter 629
Sarah barely noticed the sting of alcohol on her wounds, her mind distracted by the conversation. She had almost forgotten the pain of disinfecting, too focused on the words just spoken.

As Mrs. Wesley sat lost in thought, Sarah asked casually, "You mentioned earlier that Charlie had caused many deaths. What exactly did he do? Did he really kill people?"

Mrs. Wesley snapped back to reality, her face filled with regret. She looked at Sarah apologetically. "I'm sorry, it's something from many years ago. He wasn't working at the Sanders factory then, he was..." she hesitated, her voice trailing off before offering Sarah a sheepish look. "Apologies, I don't remember all the details. Miss Sanders, are you particularly interested in this?"

Sarah smiled faintly. "I just overheard and thought it sounded serious, so I couldn't help but ask."

Seeing the defensive look in Mrs. Wesley's eyes, Sarah smoothly changed the subject. "What do you plan to do now?"

Mrs. Wesley sighed heavily. "I have no plan. I have nowhere to go. Over the years, because of Charlie's gambling, I've borrowed money from every relative I could. Not only can I not repay them, but now they avoid me. Even my own family..." she trailed off, eyes filling with tears. "I can only stay here in the Wesley house, like you said—just barely getting by."

bag and pulled out a lipstick, applying

Sarah raised a mirror to show her reflection. The woman in the mirror had red lips and fair skin; even with wrinkles, there was a charm

said softly. "Charlie is already aging, and he reeks of decay. Don't let yourself become a part of that. He deserves to die,

not looked back when she saw her beaten. But for some reason, she found herself walking into that room, despite the painful sobs that filled the air. She knew that neighbours passed by the Wesley house without stopping. It wasn't out

for telling me all of this," Mrs. Wesley said, her voice filled with

finished bandaging her wounds and handed her some anti-inflammatory medicine. "Why don't you visit your parents? They will never

hadn't been home in so long. "I'll

"By

furrowed her brow. "What do