My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 388

After leaving the office, Quennel took out his phone, sent a quick text, and then put it away before heading into the conference room.

More than an hour later, the meeting concluded.

Quennel remained in his seat, not leaving with the others. He picked up his phone and read the reply he had just received.

His expression grew somber as he scanned the message, a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

He stared at the screen for a long time but didn't reply. He simply put his phone away, stood up, and returned to his office.

Lionel had left at some point, and the office was just as it had been.

Even so, he pulled up the security footage to make sure Lionel hadn't tampered with anything before he felt at ease.

Night fell. As autumn settled over Sova, the air grew cooler, and the leaves turned a deeper shade of yellow.

Quennel drove home, the evening breeze carrying fallen leaves that danced on his car before being swept away. The desolate scene only worsened his mood.

“Where’s my mother?” he asked as soon as he entered the living room and didn’t see her.

A servant replied, “The Madam is in the study. She said for you to go see her as soon as you returned. She has something she wants to discuss with you.”

Quennel made his way to the study.

As he pushed the door open, Mary heard the sound and looked up from her book.

“What’s wrong? A tiring day at the office? You look terrible,” Mary said, closing her book with a teasing tone. “Or is it that you saw what’s happening with Hannah and now you’re unhappy and want to come interrogate me?”

“Are you the one keeping Hannah’s video trending?”

His mother had been ridiculed several times by her social circle because of Hannah.

So for Hannah, her hatred would only grow stronger.

“If I don’t do this, do you think the two of them will divorce quickly? This is for your own good. A little bit of money to keep the topic trending will keep Lionel so busy that he won't have time to mess with you. Everything I do, I do for you. Don’t you dare end up like him, losing your position over a woman.”

Mary’s expression was stern as she stared at her son.

Quennel sat down, letting his head fall back against the chair as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

How could he not see the predicament Lionel was in?

“You know I’m not like him. He’s in this situation because he was married and still got involved with another woman,” he said, straightening up to look at his mother. “Mom, that’s enough with the trending topic. Hannah’s reputation can’t take any more hits. What you’re doing is hurting her, and I… I don’t want to see her get hurt.”