Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect

Chapter 258

Urena paused and continued, "After Teresa jumped from the builing, I was terrified and could only cry. Then she appeared. saying she'd help me get justice. She even planned everything call for me, what to say and what to do. She was clearly helping me, but could it be that she harmed my daughter?"

Yasmine could easily understand what Ureita was thinking-she just wanted to get the money. Calming her emotions, she said, "Urena, your daughter might have been killed by that won. To put it more starkly, she could have been pushed off the roof alive. Do you still think she's helping you?

"How could that be possible?" Urena gasped at the thought of her daughter being pushed off alive; it was too horrifying to even consider. Although she had never really cared much for her daughter, after all, she was still a living, breathing person, a life she brought into this world.

Urena couldn't imagine the terror and fear Teresa must have felt on that rooftop. Whether the woman pushed her, she knew that even after her scolding that day, Teresa probably hadn't lost all hope for life.

"Whether you believe it or not, your daughter is indeed dead now. You've held her photo for days, Even if this woman didn't push her, she certainly contributed in some way. Tell me what she told you or what benefits you got from her." Yasmine said gravely. Urena's eyes were slightly red. This was the first time she felt sadness-a deep, genuine grief. But she closed her eyes briefly and continued, "I don't know"

Yasmine seemed to lose all strength. "You know, tell me."

"Why do you keep forcing me? I really don't know! It's you who killed my daughter!" Urena shouted.

Yasmine was full of disappointment. She immediately grabbed Urena's wrist, forcibly leading her to Teresa's photo. "Look at your daughter, look into her eyes and tell me you really know nothing? I've already told you, your daughter might have been killed by someone else, and you still won't talk?"

"I truly have no idea about what you're saying. Don't think just because you're telling me this, you can clear yourself of suspicion. If you keep pressuring me, I'll call the police, Urena said, somewhat uncertainly

"Alright then!" Yasmine directly put the phone in her hand. Call the police."

Urena felt like Yasmine was acting crazy, "Get out of my house! Don't come back! I won't give up on the compensation!" Yasmine was thrown out, but at least she discovered a breakthrough

It was nighttime. Urena had a nightmare. In her dream, she saw Teresa doing all sorts of chores while she sat with her son watching TV.

By the time Teresa was eighteen, she had taken charge of all the family's affairs. This should have been the age where she was pampered like a little princess, enjoying a carefree life. But under Urena's oppression, she gradually turned into a 'maid'.

For the first time, Urena viewed everything Teresa had done for the family from a third-person perspective and how she herself had treated Teresa. It was only late at night, after finishing all the housework, that Teresa could finally relax and be herself again. She quietly sat at the small desk by the window. Being an outstanding student, she was used to completing all her assignments at school. Carefully, she opened her diary and penned down her thoughts.

Little Teresa stumbled towards him, sweetly asking if she could have a candy. As a teenager, Teresa was forced to accept old clothes from distant relatives. Even when accompanying Urena to shop for groceries, her eyes still longed for the dresses on display. Despite them being affordable, she never dared to ask for one.

As an adult. Teresa grew tall and elegant, yet became increasingly silent. It seemed she hid all her thoughts deep within, but when she was alone, she couldn't help but look in the mirror. Chapter 258

Actually, he never really paid attention to these details. These fragments were separated one by one, all of them hidden deep in his mind. He didn't want to bring them out or face the fact that he used to be able to casually give her a piece of candy or buy that dress, but he didn't. It seemed like a deeply ingrained belief in her mind that daughters, once married, were like spilled water- there was no need to th them too well. Watching these scenes flash by like slideshow, Urena smiled, tears filling her eyes.

When her daughter stood before her, tears in her eyes, talking about AIDS, Urena heard her own cold voice say, "Stay away from me! Don't infect me! How lilthy! She clearly saw the hope in the young girl's eyes crumble bit by bit, yet felt a small sense of satisfaction in her heart.

Bang! That was the sound of a body falling from the twentieth floor, the speed was astounding, and the dull sound was deafening as Urena stood right nearby. She could even see the eyes of her daughter lying on the ground, could even hear the bones shattering. Urena reached out, but that increasingly cold body, those eyes that died with indignation, regardless of what was going on. could not muster any reaction at all, was no longer a vivid life. She couldn't deny that when she found out Teresa had AIDS. countless voices echoed in her ears. "So filthy, getting such a disease at such a young age, disgusting. Who knows how many guys she hooked up with."

That's probably a lot, isn't it? If the parent sets a bad example, the kid follows. Look at her-it was a single parent family. Maybe she was born out of wedlock; perhaps her father doesn't even know she exists."

"Good riddance, honestly. We don't need that disease spreading to us. It's like getting rid of a bane....

Urena felt a twinge of sadness at the harsh insults, but she was quick to smile again. Yes, they were right-she deserved it With such a filthy disease, she was doomed to die anyway, so what did it matter?

The light before Urena slowly got swallowed by darkness until everything was pitch black. When the light returned, she found herself in a bustling street, amid a noisy marketplace. She was holding a little girl's hand, and the girl said in her innocent voice. "Mommy, that dress is so pretty!" Urena's body shuddered violently as she pinched herself hard, trying to stop her tears. She let go of the little girl's hand, and a teenage Teresa said to her, "Mom, I can cook."

"Go away! Go away!" Urena shouted as she bolted upright from her bed, looking around in fear. She touched her cheeks, wet with tears. Rushing to the living room, she saw the photograph on the TV cabinet where Teresa's eyes seemed to stare at her. almost alive. SEND GIFT