My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 8

A faint smile touched Hannah’s lips as she took out her phone and made the call.

Seeing her actually do it, Owen lowered his head and rolled his eyes.

“Owen, are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?” Sandra asked, hearing their exchange. “Did Lionel really say specifically that it was for me?”

“Ms. Woods, I’m positive. Mr. Rosenberg has never been this attentive to any other woman. Please, wear it with confidence!”

The phone rang for a while before it was answered.

Lionel’s impatient voice came through the line. “What is it?”

“The necklace. Did you have Owen deliver it?” Hannah asked.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Yes.”

Seeing the color drain from Hannah’s face, Owen’s lips curled into a smug smile. He nodded repeatedly at Sandra, gesturing for her to put on the necklace.

Hannah’s fingers trembled as she continued, “And my client… was that your doing as well?”

“If you already know, why are you asking? Now go and handle Sandra’s case!”

Without giving her a chance to respond, Lionel hung up.

Hearing the dial tone, Hannah’s eyes dimmed, and she lowered her phone, her heart aching.

“Mrs. Rosenberg, I told you not to call,” Owen said with a sneer. “Mr. Rosenberg has been worried sick about Ms. Woods’s injury. You know how much he cares about her. Why make things difficult for yourself?”

He was Mr. Rosenberg’s personal assistant; he knew how to read the room. Even though Lionel hadn't specified who the necklace was for when he called, Owen knew its value. After all, the so-called Mrs. Rosenberg didn't even have a wedding ring. How could she possibly own something so precious?

Hearing her voice, the old woman quickly got up and took her hand. “Let me have a look at you!”

She turned Hannah around, her eyes flashing with anger. “Why are you so thin again? Did that rotten boy Lionel upset you so much you can’t eat?”

“Lionel, you scoundrel, get over here! Look what you’ve done to my perfectly good girl! Are you even listening to me?”

“Grandma, it has nothing to do with him,” Hannah said, just as Lionel emerged from upstairs.

He had just finished a meeting and had been forced to rush back after receiving a call. His face was grim.

“You heartless boy, what are you standing there for? Can’t you see your wife is home? Help her to the living room!” his grandmother barked.

Lionel grunted in assent and reached a hand toward Hannah.