My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 159

Cora snapped back to reality. "Thank you, Mrs. Rosenberg. I promise I won't mess up again."

Mrs. Rosenberg’s gaze settled on her. "Hannah has brought shame upon the Rosenberg name. There is no place for her in this family. I want you two to keep an eye on her. I don't want any more incidents before the divorce is final."

Lily was no fool; she understood the unspoken command. She nodded eagerly.

After leaving the estate, the mother-daughter duo went home to pack, determined to get back to the house before Lionel and Hannah returned. Their plan was simple: move in first, then claim it was the madam's orders. Even Hannah wouldn't dare to defy that.

Not long after they left, Quennel appeared.

"Mother, that video was a deepfake. The person in it isn't Hannah."

He had just finished dealing with some business and had come downstairs, worried his mother would misunderstand. Hearing their conversation, he knew his fears were founded.

Mrs. Mary Rosenberg looked at her son, once again defending that woman. "Does it matter if it's real or fake?" she said coldly. "The world believes it's Hannah, so it is."

Seeing his mother's resolve, Quennel sighed.

"I don't care what other people believe. But you, Mother, you should know the truth. Hannah didn't do this. I spoke to the kidnappers myself; they confirmed nothing happened."

Mrs. Mary Rosenberg didn't respond, taking a delicate sip of her tea. "Is there anything else?" she asked, seeing he wasn't leaving.

"You know Lily and Cora are manipulative. Why did you send them back?"

"With them there, Hannah won't be able to back out of the divorce, even if she wants to."

She was afraid Hannah was just bluffing, that she would change her mind at the last minute. One Sandra might not have been enough, but with Cora in the mix, the divorce was a certainty.

"That's enough. Mr. Rosenberg will be home soon. Do you remember his favorite dishes? Be sweet, and don't say anything bad about Hannah in front of him."

"I know, I know."

Just as they finished speaking, Lionel walked in. He was surprised to see them but didn't have time to ask questions. "Is Hannah home?" he asked immediately.

"Sir, you must be tired after a long day at work. Sit down, have some tea. I'll have them bring out dinner," Cora said, rushing to his side.

"Is Hannah home?" Lionel repeated, his voice sharp.

"The madam is upstairs," Lily said, pulling her daughter behind her.

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