My Deceased Wife Wants a Divorce (Hannah) novel Chapter 711

His words only made Mrs. Mary Rosenberg angrier. She slapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re even more infuriating! Don’t… don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking,” she scolded, pointing a finger at him. “I’m actually glad you made that call today and stopped the divorce. Otherwise, once Hannah was free in thirty days, you’d be the one giving me headaches!”

Although Quennel was always composed, she was his mother. She could see what was brewing in her eldest son’s heart, just as Lionel could.

Lionel's actions were embarrassing, but at least they were within the bounds of conventional morality.

If the divorce had gone through, Quennel would have certainly made a move. No matter how carefully he acted, if anyone found out, the ensuing scandal would be far worse than Lionel's.

It wasn't that she feared the shame for her eldest son; she just didn't want to see him publicly humiliated and condemned.

Besides, what was so special about Hannah that had both her sons so utterly captivated?

An unreadable light flickered in Quennel's eyes, but he kept a faint smile on his lips. “Alright, alright, I promise you, I won’t do anything. Stop worrying yourself over nothing.”

“I’ll have the doctor come by later to check on you. The housekeeper said you haven't been sleeping well. We’ll have them prepare some herbal remedies to help you recover. Don’t worry about Lionel’s mess. I’ll handle it.”

Mrs. Mary Rosenberg considered his words for a moment, then nodded. “Fine. But you remember what you said. You must not get involved with Hannah. You can have any woman you want, why must you…”

“Okay, Mom, that's enough. I know. Please get some rest.”

He had known they had an audience and, fearing people wouldn't hear, had practically narrated the entire backstory for them.

“I’m nothing compared to you. The act you put on for Lionel is flawless. He still doesn't suspect a thing. You’re the real star!”

Samuel’s praise was genuine, not sarcastic.

Cherry was truly remarkable. Even under extreme pressure, she could maintain her cover perfectly. It wasn't just good acting; her nerve was off the charts.

“Haha! But how do you think Lionel suddenly figured it out? It’s not like he had a sudden moment of clarity, did he?”