My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 690

“I was going to call you yesterday about those trending topics, but I couldn't. Work was too crazy, and this is the first chance I've had.”

Quennel’s voice carried a hint of contempt and amusement. “I saw the posts, and I think Cherry was absolutely right. If you pay them compensation, you'll be using your joint marital assets, and Hannah will definitely have a problem with that.”

“Besides, the Woods couple doesn't look like they'll be easy to deal with. If you drag this out too long, they'll probably torment you endlessly. So, Lionel, have you figured out what you're going to do?”

Lionel was silent for a few seconds before his voice came out low and hoarse. “What I do is none of your business. Are you managing the company alright? Or do you need me to come help you?”

Hearing him resort to sarcasm even in this situation, Quennel laughed out loud on the other end of the line.

“Lionel, I can't deny your business skills are superior to mine, but your character is seriously lacking. I'm calling you out of kindness, not to mock you. I thought of a way to help you. How about it? Interested in hearing it?”

No matter how dire things got, he would never believe Quennel would be kind enough to help him find a solution.

He was cut from the same cloth as Cherry.

Everything they did was driven by a motive; they would never help someone out of the goodness of their hearts.

For people like them, everything was a transaction. There was no such thing as genuine help.

“Quennel, are you running into trouble at the company again? Do you need my help? If so, just admit it. I can help you. There's no need to beat around the bush like this.”

“You've been under the protection of the Rosenberg family all these years, which is why others have stayed away from you. Once you're out of the family, do you really think they'll just stand by? Without the shield of the Rosenberg name protecting you, how long do you think you'd last in Sova?”

His fingers rested on the railing, his index finger tapping rhythmically, making a soft thudding sound. On the other end of the line, Lionel said nothing, but his breathing grew heavier, and his brow furrowed even more deeply.

Sitting on the bed, he unconsciously gripped the silk sheets, twisting them into a wrinkled mess.

The air around him seemed to freeze as time stood still. Everything became so quiet he could only hear his own heart, pounding violently against his ribs as if trying to break free.

“Once those people make their move, Hannah probably won't even have to divorce you—she'll be a widow. That would be quite convenient, actually. She'd still be part of our Rosenberg family, just without you in the way. Don't you agree?”