My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 353

By now, she was certain that Lionel had completely sided with Hannah. There was no point in wasting any more words or pretending.

"You seem to have forgotten that she and I are married. The money I used to buy you those things is part of our marital assets. Whether we divorce or not, Hannah has the right to demand them back."

Lionel's voice was devoid of emotion, his expression a mask of indifference.

His words completely shut down any argument Sandra was about to make.

"...They were just gifts to a friend, that's... that's all. You and I don't have that kind of relationship, we're just friends. Hasn't she ever given her friends luxury goods? Or jewelry?"

Lionel shook his head. The only money Hannah had given away was from selling jewelry to help Tess, and Tess had signed a promissory note, ready to pay it back at any time.

Besides, who would believe that such extravagant gifts were exchanged between friends, especially a man and a woman?

"I will repay you, with interest, for the financial support you once gave me. But for now, I'm taking back everything I gave you to return to Hannah."

"No… you can't! Those things are mine! You gave them to me! Lionel, you can't do this!"

Lionel knew there was no point in talking to Sandra anymore. She wouldn't listen.

He turned and left, telling her he would send someone to her house in three days to collect the items.

He ignored the heart-wrenching screams and sobs behind him.

Back in his car, he instinctively picked up his phone to tell Hannah he had confirmed he would get the items back.

But when he opened the screen, he remembered she had blocked him.

So, he sent a message to Samuel instead.

Just after sending it, he saw a message from Sandra.

Lionel sped to the family estate and burst through the doors.

"Where is Quennel!" he demanded, grabbing a servant.

"The young master is in the study upstairs."

Lionel stormed up to the second-floor study and threw the door open.

Quennel, who had just finished an online meeting, glanced at the intruder.

"Since when did the Rosenberg family have someone so rude?" he said.

"Quennel, I'm asking you, were you the one who drugged me before the wedding?"