My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 122

When Lionel arrived at the hospital, Sandra was in the middle of an examination. The moment she saw him rushing toward her, she ignored the doctor treating her wound, jumped up, and ran straight into his arms.

“Lionel, I was so scared!” Sandra sobbed into his chest, her body trembling. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

Startled by her sudden embrace, Lionel stood frozen, his hands hovering awkwardly in mid-air. Sandra’s tears soaked through the front of his shirt as she clung to him, terrified that if she let go, he would vanish.

Passersby shot them curious glances, and even the doctor cleared his throat pointedly.

“The patient’s wound isn’t fully treated yet,” the doctor said with a hint of awkwardness. “We should finish up.”

“Sandra,” Lionel said, trying to gently pull her hands away.

She only hugged him tighter, whimpering.

“Let’s get your arm cleaned and bandaged first,” he said, his voice softening into a gentle, placating tone. “I’ll sit right here with you. I won’t leave, I promise. You’re going to be okay.”

Sandra peered up at him from his embrace, her eyes red and brimming with tears. “You can’t go,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I’m really, really scared.”

“I won’t. I’ll stay right here. Let’s go get you treated.”

Lionel finally managed to unclasp her hands, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to guide her back to the treatment room. Only then did he notice she was shaking uncontrollably.

When he’d gotten the call, all he could hear was Sandra crying hysterically. It was Owen who had taken the phone and given him the address, promising to explain when he arrived.

Inside the treatment room, Sandra gripped Lionel’s arm, leaning her entire body against him.

“Ow, it hurts… it hurts so much,” she cried softly.

Lionel nodded and stepped outside.

“What the hell happened?” he demanded, his voice low and seething with anger.

“Ms. Woods was followed on her way home,” Owen explained. “A group of men dragged her into an alley. They… they almost raped her. Luckily, someone passed by and saved her in time.”

“Raped her?” Lionel ground out the words. “Who did it? Have they been caught?”

“The men said someone named Zack hired them. We’ve already sent people to find him.” Owen paused, then looked at Lionel hesitantly.

“Spit it out!” Lionel snapped.

“This afternoon, Mrs. Rosenberg…” Owen swallowed hard. “After she went to the police station, she visited Xenia’s family. That man, Zack… he’s Xenia’s younger brother.”