My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 42

That day, the rain was torrential. Burning with fever, she had nearly gotten into an accident on her way to the hospital. She had collapsed the moment she stepped out of her car. If a passerby hadn't found her and carried her inside, she might not have survived that stormy night.

“What a coincidence,” Yves chimed in, holding up his right index finger. “I cut my finger this morning, and Ms. Green here was so frightened she insisted on driving me to the hospital. A little longer and the wound would have healed on its own.”

On his finger was a scratch so faint it was barely visible.

“You don’t have to make such a fuss next time. A little thing like this is nothing,” he said, looking at Hannah with a doting expression.

Hannah was speechless.

Seriously? How can he lie so naturally without even blushing? And I was so frightened I had to rush him to the hospital? Only a fool would believe that!

To her astonishment, Lionel believed it.

His face darkened instantly, his cool, indifferent facade crumbling as a storm of emotions churned within him.

“A waste of resources,” he muttered coldly before walking over to a nearby table.

Watching Lionel’s reaction, Yves nearly burst out laughing.

Hannah shot him a frustrated look and whispered, “Mr. Lancaster, please don’t joke like that again.”

Her heart really couldn’t take it.

Yves tilted his head. “Why not? Did you see his reaction? It was rather strange.”

“Strange?”

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes seeming to see through everything. “He’s here with another woman, yet he’s still concerned about you. Don’t you find that strange?”

Hannah’s gaze darkened, and she remained silent.

In truth, she found it strange too.

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