My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 6

After leaving the room, he called Hannah.

“Where are you?”

“What is it?” Hannah replied.

“I asked where you are.”

Hannah took a deep breath, fastened her seatbelt, and turned the key in the ignition. “Working on a case. I’m busy!”

Before Lionel could say another word, the line went dead.

He stared at his phone screen, his expression turning grim.

Hannah didn’t get back to the office until late afternoon. She had barely put down her things and hadn’t even had a sip of water when a colleague told her she was wanted in the office.

“Mr. Jones, I thought you…” Hannah stopped mid-sentence when she saw the man sitting in the armchair.

“Hannah, talk to Mr. Rosenberg nicely. Be sweet, you hear me?” Mr. Jones whispered as he passed her.

Hannah’s face was etched with fatigue. “About Sandra’s case, I…”

“You’re taking this case whether you like it or not. You don’t have the right to refuse,” Lionel said, tossing the manila envelope onto the desk. “Take it and get it done.”

Hannah sighed deeply. “I told you, I have my own case. I can’t help!”

Lionel leaned back slightly, his long fingers interlaced in front of him. A mocking smirk played on his handsome face. “Hannah, don’t be ungrateful. This is the second time I’m telling you this. You should know what happens on the third.”

Seeing his arrogant, condescending demeanor, Hannah felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her fingertips grew cold and trembled slightly.

“Take it, finish it in the next couple of days, and then you can deal with your own affairs. Otherwise…”

Hearing her address him so formally, as if deliberately creating distance, stung him.

When he didn’t speak, Hannah frowned. “Mr. Rosenberg, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving. I’m very busy.”

Lionel’s eyes were dark and deep. “You haven’t forgotten that Grandma is coming to the house tomorrow, have you?”

Hannah froze. With everything that had happened, she had completely forgotten.

At the mention of his grandmother, her heart softened. In this family, his grandmother was the only one who truly cared for her, the only one who believed her. When the scandal about her drugging him broke, if his grandmother hadn’t stepped in, she might have…

The thought brought a sting to her eyes.

“I know,” she said, pushing the door open and walking out.

Lionel watched the door close, pinching the bridge of his nose. He called his assistant. “When the necklace arrives, have it sent to her.”