My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 777

Mr. Michael Rosenberg had been listening to his analysis but hadn't said a single word from the start.

Only the third elder had repeatedly denied Lionel's suspicions.

But now, even he was tired of hearing Lionel’s theories.

He turned to Hannah and asked, “Hannah, what is your purpose in coming here? Are you also here to tell us that Quennel is responsible for this?”

“Let me tell you, this has nothing to do with you. We’re indulging you by even letting you step foot in this house. If you really intend to talk about this matter, please leave immediately.”

After he finished speaking, Lionel turned to Hannah, his eyes alight with expectation.

After all, Hannah could have shown up at any time, but she appeared at this precise moment. It had to be about this issue.

Hannah slowly lifted her gaze, her eyes sweeping over the three elders, scrutinizing them just as they had once scrutinized her when she first married into the family.

Finally, her gaze landed on Lionel, and a cold smirk played on her lips.

That single, chilling smirk sent a jolt through Lionel’s heart. He instantly knew something was terribly wrong.

She… she probably wasn’t here for this matter after all.

But if not for this, what other reason could she possibly have for being here at this time?

An uneasy feeling settled in Lionel’s gut as he swallowed hard, watching Hannah with nervous tension.

“Our divorce hearing has been scheduled. I was afraid you’d be too busy today and might miss the court summons, so I came to tell you in person.”

Hannah's light, airy voice echoed through the living room, but the words landed on Lionel's heart with the weight of a thousand pounds.

Lionel’s lips parted, but he didn't know what to say. He started to speak several times but stopped, his eyes trembling as he stared at her.

“You… You really filed for divorce? Hannah… don't you think something is wrong with this situation? Why, why did you have to come and tell me this at such a critical moment!”

He had thought Hannah was here because she had sensed the injustice and was going to help him.

He never imagined she would come to talk about this.

“Hannah, look at the timing! Even if you wanted to talk about this, you should have picked a better time! Why, why did you have to choose now of all times to tell me this!”

The elders didn't believe him, insisting he was just trying to pin the blame on Quennel out of hatred, and now Hannah had to show up at this exact moment!

It felt deliberate!

“Why?” Hearing this, a flicker of contempt crossed Hannah's eyes. “Lionel, do I need your permission to live my life? Does my life revolve around your schedule? Next Monday. See you in court.”