All Chapters of Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Mrs. Chancer pointed at Sarah's face angrily. "You b*tch! You're doing this on purpose. You know Charlotte is also a victim - it was all Vivian's doing! Why not prosecute her? Are you just picking on the weak?"Sarah scoffed, "Don't you know Vivian was the one who released the evidence against Charlotte? She's really the mastermind, isn't she? You're here confronting me but not her - who's really picking on the weak?""You-!" Mrs. Chancer’s face turned pale with anger. Sarah maintained her composure, looking at her coldly. "Please leave. You're not welcome here."As Mrs. Chancer left, she threatened, "We'll see about this!"In the psychiatric hospital, Lucy had just finished breakfast. After so many days there, she'd started to adjust. She'd lost all hope after her mother's repeated attempts to make her take the blame.She'd even begun to fear visitors, not wanting to hear more cold words from people she once trusted.Yet an hour later, she saw her mother again.She was sitting

Sarah drove forward desperately with the two black cars in close pursuit.Her phone kept ringing, but she didn't dare move to answer it in her current situation. The tires made horrifying sounds as they scraped against the road.Dust kicked up behind them as the pursuing cars seemed bent on a suicide mission, repeatedly trying to ram her. She knew it must be Zachary calling, surely panicked after hearing her earlier words.But with the relentless pursuit behind her, she couldn't let her guard down for even a moment.She had underestimated their determination. At one turn, her mind started to blur and consciousness began to fade. She bit down hard, forcing herself to stay alert.The mountain road was narrow and steep - one slip meant certain death from the fall. With no streetlights in the darkness, it was even more treacherous. The cars behind kept flashing their high beams, making her eyes hurt.In that split second of distraction, one of the cars rammed her hard. The violent im

She remained silent, her eyes revealing no emotion.Zachary gave a bitter smile. "Go. I know you don't want to help me. Just leave. Be careful of Vivian after you get out - I suspect she's behind this. Sasa, she's far more dangerous than you imagine."This was his final warning, yet Sarah still didn't speak.His heart felt like it had been stabbed twice. The moon still hung in the sky, drifting westward.In the darkness, Sarah suddenly looked up, her eyes brimming with tears that now streamed down her face."Zachary, never say things like that again.""Which things?" Zachary asked.Sarah smiled through her tears: "Telling me to leave you.""Hah, how could I possibly leave you!"Sarah found a metal rod in her car's trunk, wedged it against the door, and forced it open with all her strength.She finally saw Zachary's leg clearly - trapped and covered in bloody marks."Zachary!" she cried out.Zachary smiled wryly. "I wasn't lying. My leg needs proper rescue. I have to rely on

"She was running out of time. Her grandfather had given her one month to resolve the Zachary situation - he needed them to get engaged to complete their plans.Sarah's presence by Zachary's side was unexpected.Before returning home, she had never considered Sarah a threat, thinking she was just someone who kept Zachary company while she was away.But now things had progressed to this point, she couldn't tell if Sarah was just a distraction for Zachary or someone he truly loved.She only knew that to fulfill her grandfather's wishes, Sarah had to be eliminated.Once she disappeared, Zachary would naturally return to her side.She composed herself as Mr. Wilson entered."When things go wrong, you just throw tantrums. Have you forgotten everything I taught you? You failed again?” Mr. Wilson's expression was grave.Vivian nodded painfully - she had finally caught an opportunity."Is that girl so hard to deal with? How did she even manage to escape?" Mr. Wilson said admiringly.H

So that was a refusal? Sarah chuckled. “That’s fine. You don’t have to draw if you don’t want to. But in that case, I’ll have to take a little trip to your home.” She gestured toward the door. “And of course, I’ll be bringing them along.” David sucked in a sharp breath. His grip tightened around the pen, and after a long hesitation, he finally placed the tip on the paper. But he didn’t know where to start. “Start with your family,” Sarah prompted gently. After a moment’s pause, David drew three figures—a woman, a man, and a little girl. “Now, add a house, a large tree, and a car on the road,” Sarah instructed, guiding him step by step. He still had no idea what Sarah was trying to accomplish, but he had already realized that refusal was pointless. Resigned, he followed her directions, sketching a house, a road, and a car. As Sarah examined the drawing, a rare softness flickered in her gaze when she looked at the house and the people. But the moment her eyes land