My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 284

“Grandma still doesn’t know about the time Cora dropped you home when you were drunk and ‘accidentally’ left her underwear in your car, does she?” Hannah mused. “Compared to bringing you lunch, wouldn’t you say leaving underwear behind is a bit more serious?”

At the mention of that incident, Lionel fell silent.

SLAP!

Suddenly, Lily raised her hand and struck her own face, hard. She hit herself again and again, her cheeks quickly turning red and swollen, marked with the imprint of her palm.

“It’s all my fault,” she wailed. “I failed as a mother! I spoiled her rotten, and that’s why she made these mistakes. It’s my fault! If you want to blame someone, blame me! Hit me, curse me, just please, please spare my daughter!”

Lily crawled over to Hannah, banging her head on the floor in a desperate kowtow.

Hannah didn’t move an inch. She just sat there, watching calmly as Lily’s forehead met the floor again and again. Lionel, knowing he was also at fault, didn’t intervene.

After more than a dozen thuds, Lily realized neither of them was going to stop her. Her head was throbbing, and she paused, taking a deep, shaky breath as she looked up at Hannah.

“Mrs. Rosenberg, I know you’re a generous person. Please, just let my daughter go. I’m begging you.”

“Oh, I’m very generous,” Hannah said coolly. “If I weren’t, I never would have allowed your daughter into my home in the first place, much less tolerated her antics time and time again. But I’m not the one who sent her away. You’re begging the wrong person.”

She arched an eyebrow at Lionel. “You should be begging him. After all, he’s the one who cares so much about your daughter. He’s fought with me over her more than once. If you beg him hard enough, maybe he’ll have the plane turn right around and land on the front lawn to personally escort her inside.”

With a humorless chuckle, Hannah stood up and headed for the stairs. It was just going to be the same old song and dance, and she had no interest in wasting her time listening to it.

Hannah, halfway up the stairs, nearly laughed out loud at the blatant guilt-tripping. She didn't care what Lionel would do. She continued up to her room without a second glance.

“I never asked her to bring me anything, and Grandma specifically told her not to come. This was her own doing, don’t pin it on me!” Lionel snapped, then stormed upstairs to try and talk to Hannah.

But no matter how many times he knocked or called her name, the door remained shut.

The next morning, Hannah woke up and, as had become her ritual, picked up a pen and drew a large X on her calendar. Only three days left until their divorce was final. Three more days.

The thought of finally being free, after all the long days and endless drama, sent a thrill of excitement through her. Victory was so close she could taste it.