My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 238

The words hung in the air. Lionel froze, his eyes darting to Hannah.

Hannah’s gaze remained lowered, her expression unreadable. She continued to eat as if she hadn’t heard a thing.

Seeing her reaction, Lionel took a deep breath, about to refuse, when Cora spoke again.

“Ms. Woods was very down when she woke up and didn’t see you this morning. She seems so listless. The doctor said if her mood doesn’t improve, her condition could worsen. She might even develop depression.”

Cora’s voice was a worried whisper, as if she were hiding somewhere, secretly reporting to him.

A cold smirk touched Hannah’s lips. Her movements slowed, her eyes fixed on the food in her bowl. Her appetite had vanished.

So that’s why Cora wasn’t at the house last night. Lionel had sent her to the hospital to look after Sandra and give him constant updates.

Rushing over in a storm, staying up all night, sending someone to watch over her when he left… It was all so laughable. How many times had she been sick after they were married? Not only did he never visit, he often accused her of faking it.

“Sir?” Cora’s voice cut through the silence. “Ms. Woods has been awake for a while but hasn't eaten anything. She won’t touch the food I bought for her. Maybe you should come see her?”

Hearing Cora’s incessant nagging, Hannah’s patience snapped. She put down her fork.

“After he finishes his breakfast, he’ll buy some red roses and bring you some food. Tell Sandra to wait.”

With that, Hannah picked up her fork again and resumed eating, her face a stony mask.

“Sandra jumped last time, and you blamed me. If Quennel hadn’t been there, you probably would have hit me! If she jumps again and succeeds this time, are you going to make me pay with my life?”

He couldn’t believe it. He had put the call on speaker to clear up any misunderstanding, and this was how she interpreted it. If he had just taken the call in private, none of this would be happening.

Lionel pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “I never thought—”

“You never thought what? That you were wrong? That you blamed me unfairly?” Hannah stood up, her eyes blazing.

“I’m making it easy for you. She wants roses, she wants breakfast. I’m not stopping you. In fact, I’m telling you to go. Go handle your mess, and then you can come talk to me!”