Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239 

Sunlight streamed down on Yasmine, casting a golden glow on her soft form. This tranquil beauty made Yonas wish time could just stop in this moment. 

Suddenly, a cry erupted from not too far away, snapping Yasmine out of her reverie. She listened carefully and looked at Yonas in confusion, “Did you hear someone crying?” 

Yonas focused intently and, sure enough, he could hear the sound of crying. He nodded in confirmation. 

Yasmine stood up and glanced around, finally spotting a woman lying on the ground crying behind a tree. She quickly approached her, “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” 

Upon hearing Yasmine’s question, the woman rasped, “I’m going into labor, help me!” Labor? Yasmine’s face turned pale; this was a pregnant woman! She looked down and saw that the woman’s pants were soaked, indicating her water had broken. 

Yasmine hurriedly ran to find a doctor and nurse. Luckily, the doctor arrived shortly, and the pregnant woman was taken to the emergency room. Yasmine let out a deep breath and then remembered Yonas. 

Luckily, Yonas had already made his way back himself. It wasn’t until Yasmine entered the hospital room that she found Yonas lying in bed. 

At night, Morgan mysteriously led Yasmine into a room guarded by several men in black. When the door opened, she saw a man tied to a chair. Yasmine curiously glanced at Morgan, “Who is this?” 

“It’s the people in the black sedan,” Morgan said. Ever since his sister had her accident, he had people thoroughly check the surveillance on every road. Misty Evergreen Isle originally had no surveillance, but right after he bought it, he had two cameras installed. It was actually lucky those cameras caught their faces. Even though the car windows were tinted, he hired technicians to restore the contours of their faces, and it took a long time to find just this one person. 

Yasmine set her gaze on the person tied up, her expression growing colder. That person, with bruises all over his face, had obviously been beaten by Morgan’s people, but it seemed like he hadn’t spilled a word. Morgan said coldly, “This one’s got a stubborn mouth. Ever since he was brought over last night, he hasn’t said a thing.” 

Yasmine nodded, looking at the man with a serious expression and said, “Leave it to me.” 

All the bodyguards in the room left, and the man’s hands were untied, yet he was still bound to the chair. He stared at Yasmine expressionlessly, as if he were looking at something lifeless. Morgan was in another room, watching the monitor 

feed. 

Yasmine spoke up, “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but could you answer a few questions? Just think of it as a way to keep your family safe.” 

The man finally showed some emotion, his brows furrowed tightly, and finally spoke, “Are you planning to kill someone?” 

Yasmine chuckled wryly, “I never said I wanted to kill anyone. Seems like you might have, though. If thinking about your family still makes you nervous, then why do something like this 

The man shook his head, choosing to remain silent. 

“So, you’re not cooperating now?” Yasmine asked. 

“Ask away. 

“What’s your name?” Yasmine asked, her voice icy. 

After a moment’s hesitation, the man replied, “Sergio.” 

172 

13:38 Wed, Oct 30 B ti 

Chapter 239 

“Alright.” Yasmine placed a pen and paper in front of him, then slid a table closer. “Sergio, draw me a picture.” 

Sergio seemed puzzled, “Draw a picture?” 

Yasmine nodded, “Yes, draw your home.” 

D 

Sergio’s hand trembled slightly as he held the pen. Draw his home? His face turned pale as he put the pen down. 

45% 

Was that a refusal? Yasmine smiled, “It’s okay, you don’t have to draw. But then I might just have to visit your home. And I’ll definitely bring them along,” she said, gesturing towards the door 

Sergio gasped, picking up the pen again, but lingering over the paper, unsure how to start. 

“Start by drawing your family,” Yasmine gently suggested. 

Sergio sketched three figures–one woman, one man, and a little girl. 

“Now add a house, some big trees, and a car driving by,” Yasmine said, giving him guidance with each element. 

Although he didn’t quite understand why Yasmine was making him do it, he seemed to realize that refusing was futile. Following her instructions, he drew a house, a road, and a car on the paper. 

Looking at the house and people, Yasmine’s eyes softened, a rare expression. However, her gaze turned dangerous when she saw the car. Taking the drawing and examining it closely, she asked, “You have a sister?” She placed the drawing back in front of Sergio, pointing to the car, “Tell me, whose is this?” 

Sergio was taken aback, “I don’t know. You’re the one who asked me to draw it.” 

“No! You do know.” Yasmine placed a pocket watch in front of him. It was hypnotism, a common technique, but very effective during interrogations. Her voice was gentle and soothing, and as the watch swung slowly, Sergio eventually closed his eyes. 

Half an hour later, Yasmine walked out of the room, having obtained the answers she sought. 

Morgan emerged from another room; he had heard everything. 

“It was Irene, it really was her,” Yasmine exclaimed. She had suspected Irene from the beginning, but hadn’t expected it to be 

true. 

Morgan’s expression was grim, “She just keeps doing it over and over, doesn’t she?” He pointed to the person in the room, “What should we do with him?” 

“Send him back, Yasmine replied, knowing the man was merely a pawn. Her sole focus now was to make Irene uneasy, to make her pay.