My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 492

Samuel gave him a skeptical look, his eyes darting from Lionel's face to the earbud he was offering.

After a moment's hesitation, he took it and put it in his ear.

As the recording played, Samuel's brow gradually furrowed, and his suspicious gaze fixed on Lionel.

Lionel watched his reaction without a word, waiting.

A few minutes later, Samuel took the earbud out and handed it back.

“What's the point of this?” he asked.

“The person speaking is Sandra.”

Samuel's eyebrow twitched.

Although he hadn't had much contact with Sandra, he knew enough about her. He had suspected the voice belonged to her from the moment he started listening.

“And? What are you trying to say?”

Samuel's brow tightened, his expression growing darker as he stared at Lionel.

Lionel was confused by Samuel's reaction; it wasn't what he had expected at all.

Did he play the wrong recording by mistake?

He doubtfully picked up his phone and listened again. It was definitely Sandra's voice.

“Samuel, did you not understand what she was saying?”

Samuel couldn't help but roll his eyes. He crossed his arms, his face a mask of arrogant disdain.

“Isn't it?”

He raised a skeptical eyebrow, tilting his head with a look of pure contempt.

“Isn't that why you played this for me? To show off how you once made someone go bankrupt, shut down their shop, and blacklisted a family, all for your mistress? If that's not it, then I have no idea what you're trying to accomplish.”

“I'm not crazy! Why would I brag about that to you?”

Lionel rubbed his forehead, a headache coming on. “If Hannah were here,” he muttered, “she would've understood what this recording really means.”

Samuel sighed dramatically, sneakily placing his own earbud next to his phone's microphone. Seeing the recording app was still running, he feigned nonchalance.

“Lionel, if you have something to say, just say it. Stop playing games with me. I don't have the time or patience for this.”

“Besides, I'm not Hannah. What's the point of playing guessing games with me? Are you expecting me to reenact this with someone for her viewing pleasure?”