My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 250

At Hannah’s pointed question, Grandma’s brow furrowed, and she turned a scrutinizing gaze on Lionel.

Feeling deeply uncomfortable under her stare, Lionel blinked and shot Hannah a look of pure exasperation, as if to blame her for putting him in this position.

Hannah ignored him, maintaining a placid smile for Grandma.

After a long moment, Grandma huffed, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked from Lionel back to Hannah. “You’re always so thoughtful, my dear. If you think it’s best, then we’ll do as you say. But the day you find her to be a nuisance, you send her straight to me.”

“Of course, Grandma. Whatever you say.”

Cora, standing just outside the dining room, overheard the entire exchange. Her hands clenched into tight fists, tears of humiliation welling in her eyes. They were talking about her as if she were a piece of property to be traded back and forth. If Hannah hadn't married into the Rosenberg family, she would never have the right to sit there and pass judgment. She came from a background no better than her own, yet she acted so high and mighty.

Just a few more days, Cora told herself, wiping away a tear. Once she’s divorced, she’ll be a nobody, even lower than me. And when that day comes, I’ll make her pay for every bit of this arrogance.

After dinner, Hannah walked with Grandma in the garden until her driver arrived. She stood at the door, watching the car disappear down the drive.

“If Grandma took her, Mom wouldn’t have been able to get her back, no matter how much she tried,” Lionel insisted.

Hannah couldn’t help but laugh. “Have you forgotten why Cora was sent away last time?” She sighed. “She picked you up from a bar and left her underwear in your car. I don’t know if something happened between you two in that car, or if she did it just to provoke me.”

She paused, crossing her arms and looking him up and down. “All I know is that in any normal household, a maid who pulls a stunt like that is fired on the spot, not kept on and promoted. Besides,” she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “for all I know, you might actually have a soft spot for her. What if I let her go, and you end up starting another fight with me over it? I really don’t have the time or energy for that.”

With a final, dismissive shrug, Hannah walked past him and went inside.