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

Chapter 221

"No!" Helen interrupted her directly. "The way you love someone may change, but the look in your eyes doesn't.

She leaned back on the pillow again. "Mom. I'm not going to take the fall for her. You should give up." "You, you

are... so irresponsible." Selena stormed off, clutching her bag in anger.

Helen watched her back sorrowfully as she left, so determined with not a single glance back. She was exhausted,

and for the first time, it wasn't Yasmine she resented. She closed her eyes, feeling a chill in her heart, for her

mother had changed, and so had her brother.

"What? Suicide?" Yasmine was stunned, her eyes wide open upon hearing the news of Yvette's suicide. She

couldn't believe Yvette, someone who valued life so much, would actually attempt to end hers.

Morgan calmly said, "After being discovered by the people from the psychiatric hospital, they were immediately

rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Now, the entire Flynn family is at the hospital, except for

Yvette"

Yasmine nodded in understanding, as she knew all too well Selena's obsession with her grandson. Perhaps

Selena just wanted Helen to take the blame. "We need to pick up the pace," Yasmine said. If they initially had

stto gather evidence, Helen's suicide would certainly prompt Xavier and Yvette to prepare in advance.

After making her plans, Yasmine didn't expect to receive an odd package in the afternoon. It was sent by an

anonymous person. Upon opening the package, she found a set of car keys along with a small note. "Drive the

car to the Luxury Lane Villas and park it in the Flynn residence garage."

No need to guess who sent the car keys; it had to be Helen. After her attempted suicide, she must have given

up.

Yasmine didn't wait long and handed the car keys directly to Morgan to retrieve fingerprints from the steering

wheel of the car in the garage.

The process went smoothly, and the fingerprints extracted belonged to Yvette and Helen. At least this fingerprint

indicated that Yvette had interacted with the car. Morgan even found a car wash receipt inside, dated the day

before the incident. This fingerprint report perfectly illustrated that Yvette encountered the car during that

period.

Yasmine went to observe the surroundings of Luxury Lane Villas to see if there were any surveillance cameras.

She pulled

up

the footage from the back door and found images of the car entering. The person sitting in the driver's seat was

clearly Yvette. With a stoic expression, Yasmine copied the video and printed out a few photos that clearly

showed her face. Before the next day arrived, Yasmine called Yvette to arrange a meeting time. Feeling assured,

she went to sleep.

Sitting in the café, Yvette nervously held onto her iced Americano. She wasn't sure why Yasmine had asked her

here, but she had a hunch it was related to the villa incident. Sure enough, Yasmine walked in from the entrance

shortly after, sat across from her, and ordered a coffee with a calm, composed smile on her face.

The two sat face-to-face, awkwardly avoiding eye contact. Finally, after a moment of silence, Yasmine broke the

ice, "Ms. Grant, do you know why | asked you to meet today?"

Yvette shook her head, clenching her hands together tightly beneath the table. "I don't know, what's up?"

"Are you just playing dumb or are you actually clueless about why | asked you to cover?" Yasmine's tone

was sharp; she had no intention of putting on any polite facade.

Yvette probably didn't expect her to be so blunt, but she still shook her head. "I really have no idea what you're

talking about."

Yasmine couldn't be bothered to waste words with him and dumped a pile of documents from her bag onto the

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Yvette, speaking collly Take a lock

"What's this Yvette swallowed nervously, her fingers trembling she genit the fife and extracted a few photrin

They wer screenshots from surveillance cameras, Chowing her driving He's car. At the very tops of the folder sat

a voice recorder Startled, she switched it on and pressed play.

Finnian said, "It was Yvette who found Grady and asked for help. Not just Grady, but our entire family agreed

because of him... Initially, she had Grady find Mr. Lynch's car and deliberately crashed into it, then went to the

hospital for a neurological assessment, leaving the Lynch family with no chot but to swallow this bitter pill. |

thought it would end there. but her target wasn't the Lantz family at all-it was you..

Finnian continued, "You know what happened after that. The woman showed up after you went to the villa area.

She hid in the bathroom and listened for a long time... His voice was hoarse yet authoritative, as if he was

replaying that day all over again. Yvette listened, her face turning pale as she took a sip of coffee, nearly

dropping the cup. Her voice trembled, "I don't know what you're talking about, this has nothing to do with me:

Those words are just rumors and slander!"

Yasmine sneered, "Yvette, take a good look at everything in this file bag. It's not just this one recording. After

seeing these, do you still dare to lie to my face?"

"I have no idea where you got these, but they're all fake, notYvette suddenly stood up from her seat.

Yasmine leaned back lazily against the chair, looking at her with disdain. "So if you don't plan on owning up, I'll

hand these over to the police. Whether they believe it or not is none of my concern."

Yasmine, you got these pieces of evidence to hand them to the police, didn't you? So why are you here talking to

me?" Yvette's heart raced. She knew if Yasmine really handed everything over to the police, she'd definitely be

arrested. Everything would be over for her! She looked at Yasmine with bloodshot eyes, "What do you want?"

"Hah, don't you know what I'm after? All | want is the truth. Tell me, was that whole incident planned by Irene?"

Yasmine stared intently at Yvette.

After what felt like an eternity, Yvette finally spoke, "I can't say." She collapsed into her seat, feeling helpless.

She knew what Irene was capable of. Speaking up might mean the difference between ending up in jail or facing

Irene's wrath.

"If you don't want to speak, fine. I'll just send all this over, and it won't beasking the questions then,"

Yasmine said sternly

"No!" Yvette stretched out her hand to stop her. If Yasmine handed everything over to the police station, she'd

definitely be taken away.

Yasmine's eyes were distant and cold as she glanced over, "Then talk."

Yvette let out a deep breath, "It's no use. Even if | tell you, it's pointless. There's no evidence, nothing at all. All

the evidence points toas the culprit." She hesitated, "If | say it, will you letgo?" SEND GIFT