My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce novel Chapter 90

She looked up at Lionel, her eyes shimmering with tears, then gasped as if a thought had just occurred to her. “Lionel, don’t tell me… was that case originally Hannah’s?”

Lionel gave a curt nod, his face grim.

Sandra sucked in a sharp breath, covering her mouth with her hands. “No wonder… no wonder…”

“No wonder what?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it again, a picture of conflicted hesitation. After a few moments of tense silence in the hospital room, she finally whispered, “No wonder she refused to help when you asked her. She must have resented me for taking her case. But I swear, I didn’t know! I thought it was a case nobody wanted. I only took it because the client was so desperate.”

Her gaze dropped, her brow furrowed with self-reproach.

“It’s not your fault,” Lionel said, his voice heavy. “You have nothing to blame yourself for.”

Sandra bit her lower lip, nodding weakly as silent tears streamed down her face.

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The next day, when Hannah arrived at the office, her colleagues immediately swarmed her, asking about her Facebook post and demanding she introduce them to her new “boyfriend.” Hannah just laughed and insisted he was only a friend, but no one believed her. If it weren’t for an impending meeting, they probably would have pestered her for photos.

After the meeting, Yves asked her to stay behind.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.

Hannah was a little surprised by his genuine concern. “The fever’s completely gone.”

Yves propped his chin on one hand, idly tapping a pen with the other. “You know, you get sick the minute you leave that place. Maybe your fortunes are just cosmically incompatible with the Rosenbergs.”

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