WantNovelChapter 461
"You have no idea how much those words might have hurt her. Maybe... maybe it was because of those very
words that pushed her to-" Sarah couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
Mrs. Mendes jumped up in rage, jabbing a finger at Sarah as she lashed out. "Shut up! What are you trying to
say? That my daughter died because of me? Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"
"Calm down. | need more details." Sarah frowned slightly. She had a feeling this wasn't as simple as it seemed.
Mrs. Mendes wanted to throw her out, but then she suddenly remembered the compensation she hadn't received
yet. Forcibly swallowing her anger, she held herself back. "What more details do you need?"
"When you cback from grocery shopping and saw your daughter fall, did you see anyone coming out of the
stairwell? Someone fleeing in a panic, or running away quickly?"
Mrs. Mendes's face went pale. "W-what do you mean by that?"
Her whole body started to tremble. "Are you saying... my daughter didn't commit suicide? That someone killed
her? But the police said-said she..."
Sarah's voice turned cold. "Someone tampered with the report. There were signs of a struggle on the rooftop."
"How... how could that be?" Mrs. Mendes's eyes widened in shock.
Even though she had never been particularly fond of her daughter, the memory of that day was burned into her
mind.
"Someone's about to jump! Call the police!"
"Oh my god, isn't that the smart kid from Adams University?"
It was as if she was back in that moment, returning from the market, hearing the voices of the crowd buzzing in
her ears.
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She looked up-and just as she feared, there was her daughter, standing at the edge of the rooftop. One more
step, and she would fall.
A panicked figure... Is someone running away?
Bang!
The sickening sound of a body hitting the ground. She heard it again, as if it were happening right now.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she hadn't even had the chance to cry that day. She had missed it.
Snapping back to the present, Mrs. Mendes looked at Sarah.
"|... I don't remember. Are you saying... Tina was pushed?"
Sarah shook her head. "We can't be sure yet."
Mrs. Mendes's eyes flickered. "I don't want to think about anything else. Right now, | just want compensation.
You had something to do with my daughter's death —don't think you can wash your hands of this. If you don't
want nightmares haunting you at night, then hurry up and givethe money. If it weren't for you telling her
that whole 'what if you only had three days left to live' nonsense, she never would have made that list!"
Sarah's expression turned ice-cold once again. She couldn't believe a mother could be like this.
Then again, she could. She had seen one before-Lucy's mother.
The so-called "good" mother who forced her own daughter to take the fall, all for the sake of Charlotte's unborn
child.
Sarah let out a laugh, though it was
laced with anger. She had just told
Mrs. Mendes, that fir Gaudhter's
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to catch the real killer?" Sarah asked, disbelief written all over her face.
Mrs. Mendes avoided her gaze. She only wanted the money...
"Think about it—she was your
daughter! Do you really not care at
all? Even after au Ored ica
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Sarah's sharp eyes bore into her,
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Mrs. Mendes stared at her blankly.
Just then, the door to the innermost bedroom creaked open a crack, and a small boy peeked out. "Mom, there's a
bad guy," he said timidly.
Sarah's cold gaze instantly shifted to the child.
Mrs. Mendes rushed over and slammed the door shut. "Kids talk nonsense. Just pretend you didn't hear
anything."
Sarah's hand shot out, grabbing Mrs. Mendes's wrist in a vice grip. Her voice was firm and unyielding. "I want to
talk to your son!"
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