A Crazy Wife novel Chapter 70

The elevator goes up. Hannah feels deadly silence.

On the second floor, the elevator door opens. Although Chester does not tell him to, Hannah still takes the initiative to push him out and into the bedroom.

The door is closed with a not-soft sound, leaving the bedroom to deadly silence.

Chester's wheelchair is parked in front of the mahogany coffee table, concentrating on finding magazines to read on the newspaper rack, his long fingers tracing over various military magazines, not eager to make things difficult for Hannah.

But this generosity is the toughest.

It's been a while, and he still hasn't found a suitable magazine, so Hannah, sitting on pins and needles on the opposite sofa, finally couldn't hold back a dry cough, "Well, are you thirsty? I'm going downstairs to get you a glass of water."

As soon as she rises, there comes a low voice from behind her, slow and with the cold sharpness of a soldier's unquestionable power.

"Stop-"

Hannah freezes in place and subconsciously squeezes her fingers, the friction between her index finger and thumb making a taut that made her feel numb.

"I didn't see it before, but your acting skills are first-rate."

Hannah bites her teeth and brazens it out, "I had no choice. Since you can't be good for me, I can only make a show of it. I have to live in this family, so it's not a loss to you, right?"

"Life demands it and you just want to get by, so you’re saying?" Chester's cold gaze falls on her face, "What you're doing now does not seem to be as simple as just wanting to get by in the family"

Chester has a point. If Hannah just wants a place in the family, she doesn't have to go out and work.

Since her release from prison, she has been able to identify ancient paintings, deal with a gun attack calmly, and withdraw completely from every tricky situation. All signs show that she is not a cowardly woman.

Even if people can change. But if no one is there to guide her when she was in prison, she would not be this intelligent and capable. So, such a question is already expected by Hannah.

Since he didn't have much about what she just did downstairs, she is relieved. As for other things, Hannah can easily deal with.

After she deliberates on her words, she meets Chester's scrutinizing gaze.

"Because I'm not sure if you're going to let me be this Mrs Shahbaz for the rest of my life, and I have to make plans for my own future."

"Didn't you make a deal with Grandpa already?" Chester's tone is tinged with a bit of mockery, "Three years in jail, in exchange for you having a solid position in the future again in this house. Even if I want to divorce you, what do you have to worry about with grandpa backing you up?"

"What if he's dead?"

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, she sees Chester's face change only slightly, as if he couldn't believe that she was just going to casually talk about her grandfather's death, and it is hard to get a few startled looks out of him.

Hannah has to brazen it out, "It's not very nice, but what I'm saying is the truth, besides I can't make a show in front of anyone else, and you know that I didn't go to jail voluntarily three years ago, so there's no way I'm going to see any face-saving for the sake of this, what's wrong with me giving myself a way out?"

Chester says one sentence, she could not wait to come back with ten sentences, and one sentence is more reasonable than the other.

His face sinks and he says in a cold voice, "Since it wasn't voluntary, then why didn't you say so back then, not to mention that there are many doubts in this case. Even if it's true that I kill someone by mistake, then I should go to jail, I don't need a woman to take the blame."