My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 131

An egg slid halfway off the plate, teetering precariously on the edge.

Hannah looked up at the young woman standing behind Lionel. She was new, probably in her early twenties.

“Who is she?” Hannah asked.

“My name is Cora Laurier,” the girl replied, her tone anything but respectful. “My mother broke her hip after you pushed her, so I’m here to fill in for her while she recovers.”

Hannah paused for a moment, then pushed her plate away. “If you’re here to do your mother’s job, then act like it. If you haven’t been properly trained, go back and get trained. This isn’t a marketplace where any stray can just wander in.”

She lifted her gaze, her eyes cold as she looked at Cora’s defiant expression. “Take it away.”

Cora was stunned. She looked at Lionel, her voice suddenly soft and whiny. “Mr. Rosenberg, did you see that?”

Lionel glanced at the mangled breakfast on the plate and gestured for her to take it back.

Cora, still indignant, opened her mouth to protest, but one look from Lionel sent a shiver down her spine. She sullenly picked up the plate and retreated to the kitchen.

Hannah didn’t spare her a second glance. Whether Lionel brought home a new sister or a new lover made no difference to her. She would be gone soon enough. But until she was, anyone in this house, whether they aspired to be a maid or the new mistress, would act like staff.

In the kitchen, Cora furiously texted her mother, complaining, before preparing a new plate. This time, she placed it down without incident.

After breakfast, Hannah stood up to leave and caught Cora making a face at her behind her back. When their eyes met, Cora looked guilty for a split second before her expression hardened into one of defiance.

Hannah walked over to her and reached out to fix Cora’s collar, which was tucked in.

Living a good life because of him?

The words echoed in Lionel’s mind, stirring an unfamiliar feeling of guilt.

“She’s the one who hurt my mother, and she hasn’t even visited her in the hospital! She’s a bully! Mr. Rosenberg, you have to talk to her. Without you, she’s nothing!”

Cora pouted, looking to Lionel for support, but his expression was distant, lost in thought.

“Mr. Rosenberg?”

His eyes focused on her, and his voice was cold. “It’s not your place to speak.”