My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 772

When Lionel heard Quennel’s words, he thought the man was joking.

But after he spoke, Lionel slowly began to realize something was off.

He looked at Quennel’s calm and composed demeanor, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, and a seed of doubt began to sprout in his mind.

Lionel took a deep breath before asking, “Quennel, if the Elders have already uncovered the truth, why are you still sitting here instead of dealing with it?”

The Elders had found the culprit in such a short time, and from what he knew, Quennel had been busy at the company this entire time.

He wouldn’t have had time to fabricate new evidence to frame him.

“Exactly. Since you’re asking me that, haven’t you figured it out yet?”

Quennel raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.

He leaned back lazily, lacing his fingers together in front of him. After a moment of silence, he spoke with a laugh.

“Since you’ve said as much, haven’t you realized yet? It obviously wasn’t me. Because if it were, how could I possibly be standing in front of you right now? Don’t you think?”

Quennel looked at Lionel with a half-smile, genuinely wondering if the man was slow.

Anyone with a functioning brain wouldn't be asking such a question at this point.

“Use your head, Lionel. I’m here precisely because I didn’t do it. Does hearing that break your heart?”

As soon as Quennel finished speaking, Lionel’s expression darkened instantly.

“Since you know it wasn’t me, aren’t you going to ask who did it?” Quennel looked at Lionel with curiosity, as if eagerly waiting for him to ask.

Lionel saw the anticipation brimming in Quennel’s eyes and scowled in disgust, refusing to say a word.

“Alright, if you won’t ask, I’ll tell you anyway,” Quennel said, his eyes half-closed. “It was one of the household staff.”

“When he learned that the Elders were investigating and that you had been completely cleared of suspicion, he got scared and ran. He didn't dare stick around, afraid he’d be found out.”

“But his fleeing at that exact moment is what caught the Elders’ attention. Unfortunately, by the time they realized what was happening, he had already boarded a plane and left the country.”

After hearing this, Lionel’s already grim face turned even uglier.

The living room fell into a dead silence after Quennel spoke.

Quennel, however, still had a wide grin plastered on his face as he watched Lionel.

“Quennel, the Elders and everyone else might believe you, but I don’t. This was clearly someone you planted. Do you think I wouldn’t know?!”

Such a lame excuse—a servant, fleeing the country overnight—it was a complete joke!

But there was one thing he didn’t understand. If he could see through such an obvious lie, how could the Elders not?

A disturbing thought suddenly surfaced, and Lionel unconsciously clenched his jaw.

“Quennel, did the Elders know it was you all along? After the investigation came to this conclusion, did they just decide to accept it and give you an out?”

After all, if the investigation had ultimately proven it was Quennel, his parents would have certainly stepped in to defend him.

Chapter 773: “And besides, the Elders have always been biased toward Quennel.

Once they knew I wasn’t the one who did it, their interest in the investigation probably waned. They likely didn’t even care who the real culprit was anymore.

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