My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 117

It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing Xenia’s throat. She bit her lip, glaring at Hannah.

“A few weeks ago, he was scheduled for a transplant. You even paid a hefty sum to jump the queue. As far as I know, your salary at the firm was six thousand a month, and your mother makes two thousand doing odd jobs. Where did all that money come from?”

“I… I won the lottery! It’s none of your business!” Xenia shouted. “And you investigating my family is illegal! I’ll sue you for harassment!”

Seeing her defensive posture, Hannah smiled faintly. “That must have been a pretty small lottery win.”

Xenia looked at her, confused.

Hannah stood up, looking down at her. “Otherwise, why would your brother have been discharged from the hospital before he even got a new kidney? If you had enough money to buy his way up the transplant list, you should have enough to keep him in treatment.”

With that, Hannah turned and walked toward the door.

Xenia’s eyes widened in horror. “Hannah, what did you just say?” she shrieked, jumping to her feet so fast that her handcuffs slammed against the table. “What do you mean he was discharged? What are you talking about? Are you lying to me?”

“Stop! Come back here and explain yourself! Hannah! Hannah—!”

Hannah ignored the frantic screams behind her and kept walking.

“I’ll talk! I’ll tell you everything! Just tell me why my brother was discharged! Why?”

An hour later, Hannah arrived in a grim, neglected part of the city. Sova was a city of glittering skyscrapers and unparalleled wealth, but beneath the dazzling lights, countless homes were tucked away in the shadows, hidden from the sun. The air in the narrow alley was thick with the smell of damp and mold. Clothes dripped water from lines strung between buildings, and the ground was slick with moss and stagnant puddles.

After a long search, she found Xenia’s home.

“Hello, are you Xenia’s mother?” Hannah asked, approaching a small, stooped woman cooking in a makeshift kitchen on the building’s walkway. “I’m her former colleague, Hannah.”

Mrs. Hill paused. “Oh, hello. Is there something you need from our Xenia?”

Hannah had rehearsed what to say on the way over, but decided to be direct. “She’s been arrested for hitting someone with her car. Did you know?”