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

Chapter 243

Yasmine was taken aback; she last saw her in the counseling office, where after ssimple treatment and

therapies, her symptoms had eased. But how, in just three days, she ended up as a mere photograph. There

must have been a mistake somewhere; she hadn't even completed all the plans she had carefully laid out.

A reporter held a microphone close to Yasmine's mouth. "Ms. Sanchez, please read the contents of the note."

Yasmine glanced at her gently, "Life is really exhausting. Honestly, if | could, | wouldn't want to live anymore. Ms.

Sanchez, | tried using the method you suggested to choose what to do, but it's incredibly upsetting. After doing

even one task, the feeling gets overwhelming... I just can't keep going. As you said, once | finish these things, |

can leave. But for someone like me, who doesn't even need to do these things, it's becirrelevant."

"I just want relief. Though Schrodinger's cat remains uncertain whether alive or dead, all | crave is relief, Ms.

Sanchez. Thanks for your reminders, but | don't want to live anymore. Goodbye!" Yasmine read the farewell note

out loud without missing a word. But the meanings between the beginning and the end of the note were clearly

different. What exactly happened to make a girl completely change her stance?

With a trembling voice, Urena said, "If it weren't for you telling my daughter she only had three days left to live,

how would she even think to make any list!?" At this point, she pulled out the chart Teresa had made during her

trip, placing it in front of the camera. "Take a look, everyone. These are the answers my poor girl wrote because

of that woman. She even mentioned doing things within seventy-two hours. Isn't that simply guiding Teresa to

finish these and then just die?! Now it's like she wanted, my daughter took her own life at such a young age!"

The camera's flash captured the form that Urena was holding, revealing every detail in each cell of the

document.

Urena continued sobbing, "It's all because of that woman! If it wasn't for her making my daughter fill out that

ridiculous form! We're talking about the twentieth floor! My daughter was at the prof her youth, but she was

driven to such despair that she climbed up to the rooftop and just jumped! | was right below when | heard the

thud and saw her fall."

Urena, in a daze, sobbed uncontrollably. "There was blood everywhere, and | screamed in despair countless

times, but no answer ever came. My daughter was gone, while the one responsible sat safely in her office,

determined to harm the next student. Where is the justice in this world?!"

Urena fell to her knees at the school gate, crying out, "I beg you, my friends from the media, please help me! |

heard she's the heiress of the Sanchez family, and I've got no other way! | just want justice for my daughter!"

Yasmine looked intently at the farewell letter written by Teresa, her expression heavy. Sparts of the letter

were puzzling: "I'm sorry, Mom, | can't protect my brother anymore. | understand what | should do. It wasn't my

fault | got that illness. Ms. Sanchez said there's still hope. But is there really hope for me? | guess not..." She

recalled during Teresa's counseling sessions, she never mentioned having a brother.

While Yasmine was still pondering, Urena spoke again, "Our Teresa is an excellent student in both academics and

character. I'm a single mother, and I've given everything to raise her. Now, just because of a simple counseling

session with you, she's ended up like this. She had such a bright future ahead; we were about to live a good life.

Teresa promised to buya big house and taketraveling. | want my daughter back!"

Urena burst into tears, quickly garnering the sympathy of the onlookers.

Yasmine asked, "You want justice, what do you wantto do?"

700 thousand! Because of you, my daughter is gone. I'm only asking for 700 thousand. Is that too much?" Urena

wiped her tears, turning her back to the media while looking at Yasmine. When she turned her back, the sorrow

in her eyes vanished, yes she still pretended to wipe away a couple more tears.

700 thousand?" Yasmine repeated She glanced at the elongated banier and the media spotlights that were

constantly shifting between them at the school's entrance. All this fuss, just to demand 700 thousand

However, Yasmine didn't feel that Teresas death had anything to do with her, and there were big issues with this

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hand. Urena's reaction was even more questionable. Usually, someone with HIV, after facing emotional turmoil,

might express their condition in a suicide note, but here, it was absent. Perhaps Teresa didn't want others to

know, so she kept it hidden; it's possible. Yasmine was about to turn and walk into the school gate when Urena

grabbed her. "Where do you think you're going?! You're not allowed to leave! You killed my daughter, and now

you think you can just wave it off and walk away?"

The crowd gathered around, trying to stop Yasmine, but luckily, the school security wasn't foolish. Several guards

quickly cover to shield Yasmine and escorted her into the school gates.

Yasmine walked in, still shaken, while Urena's heart-wrenching cries echoed behind her. "Get back here! You

killed my daughter and still have the nerve to hide! You won't have a good end!"

Public opinion swept across the entire inteinstantly, much more intense than any previous stir on the

Aurelith University forum. Yasmine sat in the counseling office, looking at the online gossip. This time, the issue

had blown up significantly.

[The teacher from Aurelith University, I've seen her before. Quite pretty, but who knew her heart was so vicious.]

[Inducing a female student to commit suicide-what kind of counseling office is this, or is it a suicide consultation

room?] [Why hasn't there been a report to the police about this? Are the authorities just ignoring it?]

[You guys might not know this, but this teacher is actually Xavier's ex-wife and Mr. Russell's love interest. | bet

you all know what that means, right?]

[Didn't they say she even got first place in the Dekker Competition? Letting someone like her take first place is a

real insult to the prestige of the Dekker Competition!]

The whole situation was talked about by many, but given that Teresa's death was a suicide, along with the

schedule filled with activities and the heart-wrenching video shot at the school gate, everyone was moved. A

mother kneeling alone before the towering school entrance, pouring out her tears, just like the weak facing the

mighty capital, it was easy to empathize with

her.

Yasmine watched Urena's video attentively for a long time. Although Urena was crying her heart out, something

seemed off to her. A mother's weeping after losing a daughter shouldn't be like this. Her face was covered in

tears, yet her eyes lacked the sorrow.

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