And now that he and Hannah were getting divorced, these same people were reappearing.
It felt like those old fossils were trying to control every aspect of his life.
Going meant facing their condemnation with no guarantee of a favorable outcome. Not going meant being cast out of the Rosenberg family.
The thought made Lionel’s frustration grow.
“Sir, Mr. Quennel just called. He asked me to remind you that you need to leave now, or you’ll be late. Punctuality is mandatory for this meeting.”
The butler approached Lionel from behind, speaking quietly.
Lionel rested his hand on the windowsill, feeling the evening breeze.
It was cold, biting.
A chill ran through him, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the wind or something else entirely.
He let out a deep sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I know.”
Despite Lionel’s reply, the butler didn’t leave. He remained standing behind him, watching.
His duty was to ensure Lionel left on time so he could report back to Mr. Quennel.
The butler watched Lionel turn, walk out, and get into his car. Only after confirming the car was heading towards the family estate did he take out his phone to call Quennel.
-
The Family Estate.
“The butler at Lionel’s house just called. He said Lionel is on his way and should be here in less than fifteen minutes.”
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah)