My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 417

Hannah's words made Cherry shrink back, and she instinctively glanced at Grandpa and Grandma before quickly trying to explain.

"My parents' business may be small, and they don't hold the real power in the Temple family, but no matter what, I'm just trying to do what's best for the family. You should stop twisting my words, Hannah."

"Since you claim it's for the good of the Temple family," Hannah said, "let me ask you something. Grandma knew I was going to post online today. But not long after my post went up, the other side responded immediately. So let me ask you: did you know I was going to post and give them a heads-up?"

Cherry froze, shocked that Hannah had somehow figured out her perfectly executed plan.

But then she reasoned that Hannah probably just thought their reaction was too fast and, having no other explanation, was now trying to pin the blame on her.

"Hannah, don't you dare make false accusations. I didn't do anything like that. This is between you two. Why would a bystander like me get involved?"

Hannah let out a cold laugh.

"Since you know you're just a bystander who shouldn't get involved, why did you tell them, allowing them to react so quickly and try to suppress my post?"

Cherry shot to her feet, her voice rising in agitation. "I didn't do it! Don't talk nonsense!"

Hannah's tone remained as calm as ever. "Can you swear that you absolutely did not tell the Rosenbergs that I was going to post?"

Cherry looked, her eyes widening in shock as she saw the footage of herself hiding around the corner, which had captured her eavesdropping perfectly.

She swallowed hard, trying desperately to explain. "I just saw you two were discussing something and thought it would be awkward if I came over, so I stayed back."

She felt a small sense of relief, grateful that she had made the phone call from her room. Otherwise, she would have been completely exposed.

But to her horror, Hannah produced another recording. "My apologies. I planted a listening device in your room earlier. See? It's come in quite handy. Of course, you can call the police on me for bugging your room. I don't mind. But right now, the most important thing is for you to tell me why you told the Rosenbergs. Did they promise you something?"

As the recording played in the living room, the air, already tense, became deathly silent.