My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 453

Owen was left speechless by her words.

“The only reason we’re even able to stand here discussing whether to flee the country is because of me. Without me, we’d both still be homeless. So cut the crap, and start packing. Once we’re gone, they won’t be able to touch us. Got it?”

As Sandra packed, a wave of misery washed over her. Just a few days ago, her life had been perfect, everything going her way. Now, in the blink of an eye, it had devolved into this—living like a fugitive on the run. This was nothing like the life she had imagined for herself, a life she never should have had to endure. But it was too late for regrets now.

The two of them packed their things, left the house, and after a brief walk outside, quickly checked into a hotel where they could lay low.

Even if Quennel came looking for them, he wouldn't find them right away.

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As Lionel drove, he wracked his brain trying to figure out how to investigate the matter, but he was completely stumped.

Suddenly, an idea struck him, though he wasn't sure if it would work.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he yanked it hard, making a sharp U-turn and heading toward the Rosenberg estate.

Seeing him return, Quennel couldn't help but chuckle. “You didn't even catch them. How do you have the nerve to show your face here? I thought you wouldn't be back until you had them in custody. I have to say, you've got guts. If I were you, I’d be too ashamed to come back.”

Lionel ignored his taunts and walked straight up to him, pulling up a photo on his phone.

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