My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 9

Before his fingers could touch her, Hannah took her arm and walked past him. “Grandma, I thought you were coming tomorrow. Why are you here today? I haven’t prepared anything.”

Lionel stared at Hannah’s expressionless face, his brow furrowing slightly.

His grandmother patted her hand, then shot an annoyed glare at Lionel. “Hannah, from now on, Grandma is staying here. I want to see who in this house dares to bully you!”

A flicker of surprise crossed Hannah’s face. Mrs. Rosenberg Sr. disliked crowds and preferred the solitude of the old family estate. If she moved in, then the divorce…

The thought made her wonder if Lionel had deliberately brought his grandmother here to prevent the divorce.

But he was the one most dissatisfied with this marriage. A divorce would only benefit him. Why would he want to stop it?

Hannah couldn’t make sense of it, and a growing sense of frustration washed over her.

“Hannah, take my advice. Quit that job at the law firm. It’s too stressful. You should stay home and take care of yourself,” the old woman said, sighing as she looked at Hannah’s slender frame.

“Grandma, I’ve already resigned.”

The words hung in the air, and a ripple of surprise crossed Lionel’s face as he looked at her.

Only his grandmother was thrilled by the news, her face lighting up with a wide smile.

“Really? Oh, I told you to quit long ago! You should be at home, enjoying life, making up for everything that rotten boy owes you!”

Lionel’s frown deepened. He hadn't heard anything about her resignation. “When did you resign?”

“Does she need to report to you when she resigns?” his grandmother snapped, throwing a decorative pillow at him. “A grown man like you, making his wife work. Have you no shame? Hannah, let’s go eat!”

She led Hannah to the dining room, piling food onto her plate throughout the meal, completely ignoring her own grandson.

Using his power to force her client to drop the case—that was some gift.

“I’m satisfied.”

A smirk played on Lionel’s lips. “Good. Since you’re satisfied, go back to the firm. Once you’ve handled Sandra’s case, you can ask for whatever else you want.”

Hannah’s fingers tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she felt no pain. She sat in silence, not saying a word.

Her cold indifference only fueled his anger. “I’m talking to you. Did you hear me?” Lionel’s voice grew harsh.

Hannah remained silent for a moment before looking up to meet his gaze. “I told you, I won’t help her. Did you really think that by using your money and power to make my client drop her case, I would obediently take on Sandra’s?

She rose slowly, an unyielding resentment in her eyes. Clenching her jaw, she stared straight at him.