My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 127

“Right away, Mr. Rosenberg.”

After hanging up, Owen hesitated for a moment before dialing Sandra’s number.

Resting in her hospital bed, Sandra’s face fell the moment she heard what Owen had to say.

“It’s amazing what people will say to save themselves,” she said with a strained laugh. “If Lionel wants to investigate, let him. Those of us with clear consciences have nothing to fear.”

As she spoke, a knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach, and her eyelid began to twitch.

“You’re right, Ms. Woods,” Owen readily agreed. “When we were at the police station today, Xenia was just flinging mud, trying to blame everything on you to protect herself and her brother. And her brother was probably manipulated by Hannah.”

“Once I get the surveillance footage, Mr. Rosenberg will see the truth. You just rest up, Ms. Woods. I’ll keep you updated.”

“Okay. Thank you, Owen.”

The second the call ended, Sandra felt an overwhelming urge to hurl her phone out the window.

It was all Hannah’s fault. That fucking bitch had gone to Zack and planted seeds of doubt in Lionel’s mind. She should have just paid off a doctor to let Zack die on the operating table. It would have saved her all this trouble.

She bit her lip, her brow furrowed in thought. The people at the firm were a bunch of sycophants. Knowing her connection to Lionel, they had all eagerly joined in on isolating and bullying Hannah. If Lionel saw that footage, how could she possibly explain it away?

“Damn it, damn it! They’re about to get divorced, why is she causing so much trouble now?”

She paced anxiously around her room, trying to come up with a solution. Just then, she heard the wail of a fire engine outside. She walked onto the balcony to see what was happening.

“Oh dear, I heard a paper mill caught on fire.”

“Exactly. This quarter’s profits are down again.”

“If you ask me, professional matters should be left to the professionals. This company doesn’t belong to just one person, after all.”

A flash of annoyance crossed Lionel’s face. He ignored their chatter, took his seat at the head of the table, and gestured for the presentation to begin. The board members, bristling at his arrogance, huffed and opened their meeting binders.

An hour later, the meeting ended. Lionel stood up and left without a second glance at the hostile glares following him out the door.

Back in his office, he was about to call Owen for an update when his phone rang. It was him.

“Mr. Rosenberg, there’s been a disaster! The law firm is on fire!”