My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 125

He had his assistant bring Zack into the room.

“Zack, tell me the truth,” Lionel said, his voice laced with a persuasive edge. “Did Hannah tell you to get revenge on Sandra? If you’re honest with me, I can overlook what you did.”

Hannah let out a cold, cynical laugh at his leading question. If Zack wanted to save his own skin, he could easily claim she had put him up to it. She had no idea what he had actually done or what condition Sandra was in, but judging by Lionel’s rage, it must have been serious.

Zack glared at Lionel and spat on the floor.

“I’m not a moron like you,” he sneered. “I know what my sister’s like. You think she could afford my medical bills on six thousand a month? Get real.”

He rolled his eyes. “That two-timing bitch. My sister did her dirty work, and she never paid up. Now I’ve been kicked out of the hospital, and I’ve lost my kidney donor. If I’m going to die, that bitch isn’t getting away with it. My sister tried to run someone over—that’s premeditated murder. Even if she avoids the death penalty, she’s looking at twenty years. I’ll be dead long before she gets out!”

“She said your sister was working for someone, and you just believed her?” Lionel roared, cutting off his crazy ranting.

Zack, who had been on a roll, was momentarily stunned by the question. He stared at Lionel, then burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

Zack waved a dismissive hand. “Just check my sister’s bank records. See where all that money came from. It’s not that hard.”

“What if Ms. Woods was just being charitable?” Hannah interjected mildly. “Maybe she heard about your family’s situation and wanted to help.”

“Help?” Zack scoffed. “I saw my sister at the hospital every day, acting like a damn dog. Every time the phone rang, it was ‘Yes, Ms. Woods,’ this, and ‘I’ll get right on it, Ms. Woods,’ that. Bowing and scraping like her life depended on it. Rich people have money, but they’re not stupid. There aren’t that many saints in the world. All I know is this: my sister drove that car, but Sandra was the one giving the orders. If she doesn’t pay up, I’ll tell everyone the truth!”

“Who ordered you to run Hannah over?” Lionel asked, his voice flat.

Xenia swallowed hard, her body trembling as she took a seat across from him.

“It… it was Sandra,” she confessed, her heart pounding in her chest. “She said she was worried you two wouldn’t get divorced, so she offered me a million dollars and a kidney donor for my brother if I… if I killed Hannah.”

Lionel’s expression grew dangerously dark.

“Xenia, are you absolutely certain you’re not lying?”