Inside was the necklace—the one that had been ordered two months ago, given to the wrong person, and sold. And now, here it was, right in front of her. Hannah felt nothing.
She glanced at it, then closed the box without a word and pulled out a chair to sit down.
The maids, who were waiting to serve, stood frozen, their eyes darting nervously toward Lionel.
Lionel’s expression, which had started as expectant, slowly darkened with every second of Hannah’s silence, until his face was a thundercloud. He stared at her, utterly baffled by her calm. This was her favorite necklace. Why wasn’t she excited, thrilled, grateful?
A heavy silence fell over the room.
When no one moved to serve her, Hannah said, "Breakfast."
The maids still didn’t dare to move, stealing glances at Lionel.
He pressed his lips into a thin line, a dark look in his eyes, and finally gave them a slight nod.
With his permission, they sprang into action, bringing out the food. Everything on the table was one of Hannah’s favorites.
"Madam, the master specifically requested these for you yesterday," one maid said, eager to please. She went on to describe the origin of the bamboo shoots, the farm the pork came from, and even noted that the soy sauce for the greens was her favorite brand.
Hannah ate without a word, her expression blank, as if she hadn’t heard a thing.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah)