My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 147

Her voice grew louder and harsher with each word, a stark reminder to the mother and daughter of their place.

Lionel's and Mrs. Mary Rosenberg's expressions darkened. Mrs. Rosenberg's face, in particular, was so grim it looked like it could drip ink.

Hannah had no intention of letting them off the hook. She picked up her phone and cast the security footage onto the large television screen.

The video showed Cora, bright and early, ordering the other maids to heat her milk and telling them not to bother with breakfast. She then sat on the sofa like she owned the place, leisurely flipping through a magazine. There was nothing of the subordinate in her demeanor.

The subsequent conversation between her and Hannah was captured in crystal clear audio, laid bare for everyone to hear.

Cora's head sank lower and lower, her hands clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms, but she felt no pain.

Lily, guilt-ridden, couldn't stop her eyelids from fluttering, unable to utter a single word.

Hannah then played several other clips, all showing Cora acting like the lady of the house, bossing her around with the airs of a mother-in-law.

"Lily, you should know better than anyone that only experienced professionals are hired to work for the Rosenberg family. Your daughter only got in because of you, but you've seen how she behaves. Bossing around the other staff is one thing, but lecturing me?"

"What, did you hear Lionel and I are getting a divorce and couldn't wait to shove your daughter in as my replacement? Trying to get a head start, are we? Don't forget, there's a Sandra already in line!"

In the past, she never would have dared to speak so bluntly in front of Mary, always striving to maintain an image of elegance and propriety. But the more she tried, the more they seemed to want to trample all over her.

She turned and left the living room, finished with the pointless drama.

Her departure left a heavy silence in its wake.

Sensing the shift in atmosphere, Lily grabbed her daughter's hair, forced her to her knees, and began hitting her on the back. "How dare you treat your superiors like this! Have you lost your mind? Is this how I raised you? You useless girl, look at the mess you've made! I'm going to beat you to death!"

Mrs. Mary Rosenberg, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. "You handle this yourself."

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