Quennel tilted his head, a slight smirk on his face. “Already sent her out of the country. I told you not to do something so foolish. It was bound to be traced back to you.”
Mrs. Mary Rosenberg downed her glass of red wine in one gulp. “So I’m supposed to just sit back and watch Lionel climb all over you? Quennel, everything I do, I do for you.”
Quennel moved behind her, his hands gently kneading her shoulders. “I know, Mother. Don’t be angry. I was just worried he’d follow the trail back to you.”
He thought of Hannah’s sad little face and chuckled. “He owes his success to her, doesn’t he? She saved his life. She was his making, and she could just as easily be his undoing.”
Mrs. Mary Rosenberg paused, turning to grab her son’s hand. “Quennel, tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for Hannah?”
She knew her son better than anyone. She had never interfered in his life, but this was one thing she could not accept.
“Hannah is married to Lionel. Even if they divorce, you can’t marry her. The gossip would be unbearable. People would say you were the reason they broke up. If she had never married him, I wouldn’t have objected. But she did!”
Quennel gently pulled his hand away and patted hers. “Don’t worry, Mother. I just find her… interesting.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s all,” he assured her with a disarming smile. “From now on, no more rash decisions. And stay away from Hannah. We wouldn’t want Lionel to have a sudden change of heart and call off the divorce.”
Mrs. Mary Rosenberg nodded. “I’ll listen to you, dear. All I want is for you to be happy.”


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