Chapter 2

“Hannah?” Sandra, dressed in a hospital gown, tried to get up in excitement the moment she saw her.

Lionel strode over and gently guided her back down. "You're still recovering. Don't move around."

Hannah stood at the doorway, her fists clenched. She hadn't seen this tender, considerate side of Lionel since they were married.

It didn't matter anymore. The agreement was signed.

Who he was kind to had nothing to do with her now.

Sandra shot him a playful glare before turning to smile at Hannah. "I heard you had a high fever the last couple of days. Is it gone?"

Hannah walked in and nodded.

"Lionel must have asked you to come, didn't he? I told him I'm fine, there's no need to make such a fuss." As she spoke, she looked at Lionel with mock annoyance and lightly slapped his arm.

Lionel's gaze flickered to Hannah, then to the papers in her hand, signaling for her to hand them over.

Hannah's long lashes drooped, a bitter taste rising in her throat. "Have they found out what happened with the car crash?"

The moment she spoke, Lionel's face froze. "Hannah!" he hissed.

"Lionel!" Sandra's voice rose a notch as she pulled on his arm. "Hannah's still sick. Don't be so harsh with her!"

Hannah clenched her jaw. Seeing the dark storm in his eyes, she scoffed internally. Was he that worried about Sandra? He wouldn't even let her ask?

"They said the brakes were tampered with," Sandra said, her voice trembling slightly. "The police are still investigating, but I'm sure they'll find something soon." She sighed deeply. "I don't know who would do such a thing. If I hadn't been so lucky, I... I would have..."

Lionel quickly pulled out a tissue and gently, skillfully, wiped away her tears. "I've already told the police to speed things up. Don't torment yourself with these thoughts."

Sandra's eyes were red as she nodded.

"This is for you." Hannah suppressed the churning in her stomach and handed over the agreement.

"What's this?" Sandra took it, but her expression changed as she read the words. "What... what are you two doing? Lionel, were you bullying Hannah again?”

"It was her idea," Lionel stated flatly.

"Hannah... you..."

Hannah nodded, the tight line of her lips finally breaking into a relieved smile. "That's right. We're getting a divorce."

Sandra grabbed her hand and tried to return the papers. "Tell me, did Lionel force you to sign this? What happened back then wasn't entirely your fault. You were young, and Lionel made all those wild promises. Anyone would have felt cheated."

Hannah's lashes trembled. Her fingertips were cold, as if her blood were flowing in

reverse.

Her lips were nearly colorless. "It

was my choice. I've held him capet

for three years. We'll go finalize the divor orge as soon as possibl

Her voice was steady, betraying no hint of reluctance or regret.

Even Lionel was taken aback for a moment. Though this was all an act to placate Sandra, she was playing her part a little too convincingly.

"I have to go."

Hannah turned and walked out, only to find that a heavy downpour had started outside.

"Hannah, I have Lionel drive you

veloet

home," Sandra called out, nudging him. "Go on. Talk things out properly. Don't be like this content

Hannah heard footsteps behind her but didn't slow down.

Lionel caught up to her. "You're a good actress."

Hannah said nothing, her eyes fixed on the elevator doors.

"Besides the necklace, if there's anything else you want, just..." His phone rang, cutting him off. "What's wrong?"

“Lionel, Sandra's not feeling well all of a sudden. You need to come back, quickly!"

"Okay!" Lionel hung up.

"Lionel, I want to div―"

"Tell my assistant what you want," he cut in, already jogging back toward the

room.