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

Chapter 259

Urena patted her chest and reached for her phone. "Ms Sanche, | can tell you."

Urena sat in the living room, surrounded by a sky full of twinkling stars, with the moon hanging eternally high

above.

Yasmine and Morgan sat on the other side, listening intently to Her story.

Urena said, "The day my daughter died, after leaving the police station, | met that woman at my doorstep. She

claimed she would helpget justice and showedwhat to do. The truth is, | saw her that day in the hallway

on the twentieth floor, but | didn't mention it... She csoon after you two left. | had no clue who she was, but |

noticed she dressed really well, she looked great, and a single piece of her clothing could support us ordinary

folks for a long time."

Urena gave a bitter chuckle and continued, "I couldn't hold back and questioned her. She toldnot to think

any further about it, to just insist it was you who killed my daughter, and offereda million dollars to agree."

"So that's why you refused to answerlater on? All for that million?" Yasmine narrowed her eyes slightly.

Urena nodded. "You all are such important people, always free from worrying about money. A million might not

even cover a few of your outfits, maybe your sports cars are worth millions just like that. But for ordinary folks

like us, do you know what a million means? It means | wouldn't have to get up at the crack of dawn and work

late into the night, worrying about money. | wouldn't have to hesitate going to the hospital when my child is sick,

or live in constant fear of the shabby building collapsing. This one million can buy peace forand my son for

the rest of our lives. Why wouldn't | agree! Even if Teresa was still alive, she may not have earned that million

through decades of hard work from dusk till dawn.

Yasmine understood, and Morgan said nothing either. She noticed tears rolling down Urena's cheeks, and no

matter if it was for the money, she had at least made the right choice. "What I can tell you is, this million can

buy peace for you and your son's future, but it can't give her peace in the afterlife. Can you live with that, Mrs.

Urena?" Yasmine asked her carefully, word by word.

Instinctively. Urena glanced at the framed photo on the table. Those eyes seemed to smile for a moment,

causing her to skip. That's why | called you here," Urena said after a moment of contemplation, finally retrieving

something from behind and handing it to Yasmine. "This is Teresa's phone. There might be clues inside. | have

been an unworthy mother. I've decided to return to my hometown with my son tomorrow.

Morgan glanced at Yasmine and quickly followed up, saying, "Don't leave yet. I'll assign someone to keep an eye

on this place and protect you. It's best not to go back until everything settles down."

Urena looked at them in confusion, but eventually nodded her head.

Morgan and Yasmine exited the dilapidated house, both with serious expressions. Once in the car, Yasmine

relayed all the information and events she had gathered over the past two days at Urena's house to Morgan. "I

can confirm, it was Irene."

"If it is her, she's going to be hard to deal with," Morgan responded solemnly.

Yasmine handed him the phone, "Morgan, it's up to you to figure out the information on this phone. | can't crack

this password." A serious look crossed her face. After being bogged down by so many problems, they finally had

a crucial piece of the puzzle. Once they unlocked the phone, they could find the key.

In the early morning hours, Morgan finally finished work and cback with the locked phone. They both

gathered together to unlock Teresa's phone.

Late at night, the girl opened up WhatsApp. [Did you go?]

Teresa replied anxiously, (Not yet.]

[You only have two days left. If you don't go, you'll regret it.]

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Teresa's fingers trembled as she typed, [No! Please, | promise I'll go. I'll go tomorrow.

[Waiting for your update.]

The day after finishing this brief conversation, Teresa went to the counseling office where Yasmine worked

As expected, after returning home, she received another letter from that person, [Great, | know you went today.

So, when are you planning to die?]

[I don't want to die yet. I still have so much | want to do, and people don't die so easily from AIDS. | heard the

government provides free medicine, so there's still hope for me, right?] Teresa stared eagerly at the chat window.

[I don't care what you're thinking now. Since you made an agreement with me, you better stick to it, or I'll make

sure you do. And don't naively think everyone around you will remain calm they find out. Do you?]

Teresa didn't know how to reply, but the message from the other side cthrough, [I advise you to stop

fantasizing. Do you really think you can have a fresh start with this disease? If you want to experiment, why not

start with the people closest to you? How about letting your mom accidentally see your medical records and see

if she gives you a second chance?] Teresa turned to look at her mother, who was watching TV, and typed a single

word with determination, [Alright.]

Reading this, Yasmine took a deep breath. It turned out that Teresa carelessly let Urena see the records and

medication on purpose; she wanted to conduct an experiment.

Yasmine knew what happened after; her experiment had failed. The moment Urena found out she had AIDS, she

immediately wanted her to stay away. That disdainful look was the first hammer that shattered the wall Teresa

had built around herself.

The moment Urena went out to buy groceries, she received another message on WhatsApp, filled with sarcasm.

[Hah, see? | told you already, didn't I? You just won't give up till things are hopeless. Even your own mother

couldn't handle your condition. Getting this illness is pretty much a death sentence. You might as well just give

up and die. Once you're gone, your mom and brother can get a nice compensation. You're worth more dead than

alive.]

Even after hearing all of this, Teresa felt hesitant. [But I...]

(There's no but' about it, Teresa. You've been dragging this out for way too long. | don't have the patience to

keep waiting for you to mull things over.]

As Teresa typed, her hands trembled, and before she could send her last message, a knock cat the door.

Then a new text popped up on her screen, [Open the door!]

By now, Yasmine could basically confirm it was the first woman who, after calling Teresa out, must have gone

straight to the rooftop.

Morgan looked livid, "This person drove Teresa to her death."

"It was Irene," Yasmine said with