My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 310

Hannah had no intention of letting this slide. She had just arrived at the Temple estate. If she let Cherry walk all over her from the start, her life here would become just as miserable as it had been at the Rosenberg mansion.

Samuel moved to block Cherry, but a figure blurred past him. Before he could process what was happening, a shriek tore through the air. The next thing he knew, Hannah had Cherry pinned to the floor.

“Hannah, what are you doing? Let me go! If you dare to hit me, I’ll tell Grandpa and Grandma!”

As Cherry spoke, she saw Hannah raise her hand and immediately threw her arms up to shield her face, screaming. It had all happened in an instant. She had taken two steps, and suddenly her hair was being yanked back, sending her sprawling to the ground.

“Go ahead, scream. They’re my grandparents too,” Hannah said, her raised hand not falling. Instead, she pinched Cherry’s cheek, hard.

“Let’s have them see exactly how you’ve been bullying me—snatching my invitation, stealing my gown. Let them deal with you. And then they can deal with your parents and see what a wonderful job they’ve done raising you!”

The threat of involving her parents made Cherry’s blood run cold. Her lips trembled.

“Are… are you a child? It’s just a dress! Do you have to tell my parents? Fine, fine, I don’t want it!”

Terrified, Cherry let go of the gown and tried to pry Hannah’s hand away, but her grip was like iron.

“Hannah, let go! I already gave you the dress back, what more do you want? Let go!”

Hannah sneered and released her, rising to her feet with a cold glance.

Freed, Cherry scrambled up. She hadn’t been choked, but the experience had left her feeling breathless and terrified. She stared at Hannah, her eyes wide with fear. This woman was dangerous. It was best not to provoke her again.

“Still want to snatch things?” Samuel taunted, giving her a shove. “I’m moving back in for a while, you hear me? If I see you bullying Hannah again, I’ll personally knock some sense into you!”

Cherry seethed with resentment but didn’t dare say a word. All she had wanted was a chance to get closer to Quennel.

“Cherry, your legs are your own. Where you go is your business and has nothing to do with me.”