My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 334

“Well, well,” Samuel said, crossing his arms with a smirk. “If it isn’t Mr. Rosenberg, playing the part of the devoted lover. He heard his precious darling got into a little trouble and came rushing over to rescue her. I bet he’s already got a private suite waiting for her at the hospital.”

Lionel got out of his car just in time to hear Samuel’s snide remarks. He was about to explain that Hannah’s assistant had called him over without giving any details when he saw Sandra, beaten and sobbing on the ground.

“Lionel!” Sandra cried out the moment she saw him, her tears flowing even more freely.

“What happened here?” he asked, his voice tight.

Samuel just shrugged with a mischievous smile, saying nothing.

“Hannah,” Lionel said, turning his gaze to her. “Is this about what happened on the projector screen the other night?”

He had gone to see Sandra that same evening to ask what had happened.

Although she hadn't told him the truth, he knew she was involved. He just couldn’t understand why Hannah would be so brutal, especially since the video hadn’t caused her any real harm.

“Let me guess,” Hannah said, taking a step forward, her eyes locking onto his. “You think I’m the one who did this to her?”

“Didn’t you?” he retorted instinctively.

Realizing his mistake, Lionel quickly backtracked.

“You’re the one who called me here, and Sandra is coming out of the Temple estate with these injuries. It seems logical that you’re involved, right?”

Hannah didn’t bother with an explanation.

Instead, she held out a USB drive. “Whether I did it or not, you can ask her yourself. As for what’s on this, watch it when you’re done.”

When he hesitated, Hannah grabbed his hand, pressed the USB drive into his palm, and turned to leave with Samuel.

Samuel followed closely behind, whispering, “What’s on that drive? Is it what I think it is?”

Sandra sat in the passenger seat, looking pale as she watched him.

In the past, Lionel would have been frantic with worry, demanding to know what happened and immediately blaming Hannah.

But from his reaction just now, Sandra knew he had changed.

If things continued this way, she and Lionel would never go back to how they were.

At that thought, tears welled up in her eyes again. She couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment everything had gone so wrong.

“Lionel, you can just drop me on the side of the road. I can get a cab to the hospital myself,” Sandra said, her voice choked with emotion. “You should go back and smooth things over with Hannah. I don’t want your relationship to get any worse because of me.”

Lionel gripped the steering wheel, his breathing heavy, but he remained silent.