My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 145

Her daughter had clearly inherited the same lovely traits.

"That you threw hot milk in her face this morning for no reason," Lionel said, his voice tight with frustration. "Hannah, what has gotten into you?"

Hannah, who had just raised her teacup, gently set it back down. She was glad she hadn't taken a sip, or she might have choked on it from laughter.

"Yes, what has gotten into me?" she repeated, tracing the rim of the cup with her finger.

"Lionel, I can understand you siding with Sandra. But Cora has only been here for a few days. Why are you so protective of her?" Hannah paused, her tone serious. "Are you in love with her?"

"Hannah!" Lionel snapped, his brow furrowed in anger.

She took a sip of coffee and sighed dramatically. "Wrong guess? Then you don't love her, but something happened between you two, and that's why you're defending her?"

"Hannah, I think you've completely lost your mind! The twisted things you say… I'm asking you why you threw milk on someone for no reason, and you're turning this into some drama about love and affairs. What is wrong with you?"

Lionel gritted his teeth, his chest heaving with anger.

"Hannah, my mother is coming to the house this afternoon. I expect you to be home right after work."

"Fine."

Hearing the complete lack of emotion in her voice, as if she couldn't care less, only fueled Lionel's frustration. She wasn't like this before. Why had she become so… combative? Was she doing all of this—all these things she knew he hated—just to force him into a divorce?

Tears streamed down her face as she continued, "My daughter has never been treated so horribly in her life, especially not in front of so many people. How is she supposed to face anyone now?"

Hearing her mother's cries, Cora began to weep even more hysterically.

Mrs. Mary Rosenberg raised her eyes, her gaze sharp and imposing as she stared at Hannah without saying a word. In the past, that look would have been enough to make Hannah's legs tremble. But things were different now. She was getting a divorce. She had nothing left to fear.

"Hannah," Lionel said, breaking the silence. "Don't you have anything to say?"

"I'd like to hear what Cora has to say," Hannah replied, a faint smile playing on her lips as she looked at the mother and daughter. "Tell me, how exactly did I throw milk on you for 'no reason' this morning?"

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