My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 381

“Besides Gloria, everyone else here is family. We should be asking you what you mean, what you were planning to do,” Samuel said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door, his eyes filled with contempt.

“You said you wanted to apologize to Hannah, so you booked this whole dinner. But then you invited Lionel. If Hannah hadn't seen through your little scheme from the start, we would have been played for fools today.”

Gary’s head snapped toward Hannah, then to Gloria sitting beside her.

So, from the very beginning, she knew his plan? She agreed to come just to humiliate him in front of Lionel?

His breathing grew heavy, and he clenched his fists, glaring at Hannah.

“Hannah, since you knew what I was planning, why did you deliberately bring them here to humiliate me? We’re supposed to be family, how could you do something like this…”

Hannah snatched an ashtray from the table and hurled it in his direction.

It happened so fast that Gary didn't even have time to dodge. Luckily, she had aimed for the wall just beside him.

But the speed and the sound were enough to shock them into silence.

“Ah!”

Cherry screamed, covering her head.

Gary froze, his eyes wide with shock, as if his soul had been shattered by the impact.

“Gary, when you agreed to Lionel’s plan and set this trap, did you for one second remember that we were family?”

Hannah crossed her arms, leaning back slightly in her chair.

“This is the first time. If there's a second, don't expect me to acknowledge you as a relative,” she said with a cold smile. “Besides, while I may be a Temple, we’re not close. Cherry humiliated me the day I returned, and now you set me up. If you two want to stay out of trouble, you’d better learn to keep your heads down whenever you see me in the Temple household.”

“And one last thing. If you dare cause any trouble for Gloria, I’ll deal with you myself. Now get out, pay the bill, and don't ruin our dinner!”

After Hannah finished, Samuel opened the door, gesturing with his eyes for them to leave.

When he arrived at the office, Owen was already waiting.

“Mr. Rosenberg!”

Lionel sat down, pulled up the video from the new USB drive, and pushed the laptop toward him.

“Take a look at this.”

Owen leaned in. “This… isn’t this the drive that your wife gave us? Was it repaired?”

“Hannah gave me a new one, one that wasn't damaged,” Lionel said, his piercing eyes fixed on him.

Owen’s heart skipped a beat. “Wh-when did this happen? I didn’t hear anything about it.”

“That's not important. Now, watch the rest of it.”