My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 224

At Lionel’s thunderous roar, David swallowed again, his breathing heavy with fear. He couldn’t bring himself to speak.

Edith, seeing his cowardice, pointed an accusing finger at him. “It was him! He asked if Quennel could arrange a meeting for them! He knew exactly what kind of person Kim is, and he… he still did it!”

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She lunged at David, pounding her fists against his chest.

“It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t asked, would Quennel have helped? Would Sandra have been targeted? Would she be lying here like this?”

“It’s you, it’s all you! You’ve ruined my daughter! You’re not human! David, I’m telling you, if anything happens to Sandra, I will never forgive you! Never!”

David closed his eyes in anguish, letting her hit him without fighting back.

“So you’re saying you initiated this? Quennel didn’t approach you first?” Lionel asked, his voice dangerously low.

Edith nodded, taking a deep breath. She had no energy left to hit her husband. She just walked back to the bed and gazed at her poor, broken daughter.

“I’m asking you one more time. Are you sure Quennel didn’t approach you?”

“No, no! A man like Mr. Quennel Rosenberg, would he ever come to us? I just… I must have been out of my mind that day, so desperate to save the Woods family that I wasn’t thinking straight!”

The color drained from Lionel’s face, his eyes wide with shock and regret.

He had assumed… he had assumed that Hannah had run to Quennel, crying about her problems, and that Quennel, in a twisted act of revenge, had targeted the Woods family.

Mr. and Mrs. Woods left, using the excuse that their daughter wouldn’t want to see them. It wasn’t until they were in their car in the garage, certain no one was around, that they finally let out a collective sigh of relief.

“We didn’t mess any of that up, did we? You don’t think Mr. Rosenberg suspects anything, do you?” Edith asked worriedly.

David took a deep breath, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror. “He’s not a mind reader. How could he know? Just be quiet. I have to make a call.”

He took out his phone and dialed a number from memory.

“Hello, sir,” he said when the call connected. “We did what you asked. Lionel is staying in Sandra’s room and won’t be leaving.”

“We also made it clear that we approached Quennel, not the other way around. He fully believes we did it out of desperation to save our family. I guarantee you, he won’t suspect a thing.”