He managed to restrain himself, knowing it would only lead to another meaningless argument.
But Hannah’s words had cut him to the core.
Did she really have no feelings left for him at all?
She had actually told Cora she could do those shameless things with him.
Lionel’s breathing grew heavy, his brow furrowed. He gripped the mouse, his mind a chaotic mess of frustration.
After a moment of thought, he picked up his phone and called his grandmother.
“Well, this is a surprise,” Grandma’s voice came through the line, sharp and sarcastic. “You never call me unless you’ve screwed up again. What is it this time? Did you do something to make Hannah angry and now you need me to bail you out?”
She was right; he rarely called her. It was always the other way around. He never visited unless he needed something.
“Grandma, you mentioned before that you wanted Cora to come work for you. Can you send someone to pick her up now?”
Silence stretched on the other end of the line for several seconds.
Lionel pulled the phone away from his ear to check if the call had dropped, but it was still connected.
“Grandma?”
“I’m here,” she said, her tone amused. “Didn’t Hannah say no last time? Are you making this decision on your own now? Aren’t you afraid she’ll raise hell about it?”

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