My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 539

Faced with his fury, Quennel remained perfectly composed.

“Lionel, you need evidence to back up your words and actions. It’s not right for you to come here and accuse me without any proof. You can make wild claims, and by that same logic, I can claim you did it. Am I wrong?”

“I came here today to find that evidence. I will prove to Hannah that you were the one who kidnapped her.”

“Fine, fine. Go find your evidence. But if you can’t find anything, don’t you dare spread baseless rumors to Hannah. It wouldn’t do to ruin my good standing with her.”

Seeing Quennel’s flippant and arrogant demeanor, as if he were absolutely certain Lionel would find nothing, was infuriating.

Lionel took a deep breath, shoved him away, and stalked off toward the abandoned house.

Quennel stood where he was, smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothes, and watched him leave with a contemptuous smirk.

Mary, who had been sitting quietly on the side, finally spoke up. “Are you sure you shouldn’t go with him? What if he actually finds something?”

Quennel turned to his mother and tilted his head quizzically. “I didn’t kidnap anyone, so what could he possibly find? If he does manage to find something, it only proves he fabricated evidence to frame me.”

Mary slightly taken aback by his words. She had never expected him to lie so brazenly, and with such a composed expression.

If she didn’t know what he had done, she would have genuinely believed he was being framed.

However, since her son was so confident, the only thing she could do as a mother was to trust him unconditionally.

He couldn’t imagine the suffering Sandra had endured in this place.

But after searching the area for two or three hours, he found absolutely nothing. There were no cameras in the abandoned house, no footprints, nothing.

It was strange. If they had been coming and going, there should have been tracks. But there was nothing. This meant he had found zero evidence.

“I thought you might have died in this old house. I’m surprised to see you’re still alive,” Quennel said with a smile as he walked over.

“It was getting close to lunchtime, and when you hadn’t returned, I got worried, like a good older brother should. I came to check on you. So, how did it go? Find any evidence?”