My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 233

After a dozen agonizing seconds, he finally answered.

“Hello?”

The voice that came through the phone wasn’t Sandra’s. It was a cacophony of arrogant, demeaning insults.

A look of alarm crossed Lionel’s face. He hung up, stubbed out his cigarette, and strode back toward the room.

He arrived just as Kim and his parents were leaving.

Miranda Rosenberg recognized Lionel and gave him a contemptuous once-over.

“I hear Mr. Lionel Rosenberg is going through a messy divorce. You should probably sort out your own family problems before you start meddling in other people’s business. Otherwise, you might lose your wife and your mistress on the same day.”

Miranda had always looked down on this prodigal son. So what if he was blood? He had been left for dead years ago and had scraped his way up from nothing. If it wasn’t for Quennel’s family taking him in, he’d be a nobody.

“Mrs. Rosenberg,” Lionel said, his expression icy. “Your company has been losing money for years. I’ve already had my team take over your projects on the east side. You and your husband can enjoy a comfortable retirement living off the dividends.”

“You—!”

Miranda seethed, unable to form a comeback. She could only watch as he walked away.

“Forget it, Mom. Why get angry with him?” Kim said. “He can’t take all the projects. Does he think Quennel is just a decoration? His dear older brother?”

“You’re right, son. Let’s go home. This hospital is bad luck.”

Miranda shot her husband a look, and the three of them left.

Lionel walked into the room to find Sandra sobbing uncontrollably. He sat beside her, gently trying to comfort her.

Hearing her words, Quennel felt a pang of pity mixed with a strange sense of irony. She was both pitiful and absurd.

“Let me take you out to dinner tonight. It’s not good for you to be cooped up in the house all day.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

She wasn’t in the mood. She just wanted to sit alone, to let her mind go blank.

“I booked a table at a rooftop garden restaurant. The atmosphere is wonderful,” Quennel said. “Let’s start breaking some of your bad habits, shall we?”

Hannah’s lips thinned. Quennel always had a way of saying things in that gentle voice of his that made it impossible to refuse.

She finally nodded in agreement.