Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241 Do You Want Me Dead? 

Yann’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing this message. His hands trembled, and he nearly dropped his phone. 

The veins on his forehead pulsed twice as he responded: [Ms. Forbes, please, don’t do this to me! You’ll get me in trouble!] 

With Troy’s jealousy issues, they might end up in another boxing match if he found out about this. It happened last time at a restaurant in Norway. Imogen had innocently mentioned liking his personality within earshot of Troy. After returning home, Troy insisted on a friendly sparring several times. Troy claimed it was practice, but Yann only received punches repeatedly. 

Yann couldn’t back out and had endured two sessions of Troy’s relentless punches. He still had the bruises to show for it. 

Another boxing match was something he couldn’t handle. 

Imogen: [It’s your fault! Otherwise, you guys would just keep treating me like a fool!] 

Yann was confident that Imogen had figured things out, so he pretended: [I don’t understand what you’re saying.] 

Imogen sent the recording directly to Yann: [Quit the act. If you want to keep things under wraps, don’t get involved in the first place.] 

Yann began to ignore Imogen and didn’t respond for a long time upon hearing the recording. Imogen couldn’t help but chuckle. 

Imogen: [Say something! Let the supplier and the Hale family resolve this normally! If you insist on going this way, I’ll compensate the Hale family myself.] 

Yann: [Why go to such lengths?] 

Imogen: [Why does Troy go to such lengths?] 

Imogen: [Persistent as ever!] 

Yann didn’t reply. 

Imogen pressed the lock button, turned off her phone, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and couldn’t help but feel frustrated. 

Imogen’s mood was like a continuous rainy day, with mold growing in the corners, creeping over the white walls. 

She regretted falling for Troy. It led her down the wrong path and made a mess of her life. 

Just a few days ago, she had maliciously suspected Blake of intentionally using inferior materials, only to discover that Blake had been wrongfully accused. It was her ex–husband who had instructed someone to target the Hale family! 

The Hale family had suffered unjustly because of her. 

She had initially wanted to help Erik and gain his trust. But Troy acted alone. Erik feared his influence and distanced himself from her. She had wasted her efforts. 

Moreover, she was unaware of this situation but was still burdened with the responsibility. 

She had no romantic feelings for Erik. Her initial approach to him had ulterior motives. However, what if she had developed genuine feelings for someone else? 

Troy refused to let go. He constantly targeted them and caused trouble in their lives. Imogen felt 

suffocated just at the thought of it. 

She had no freedom. 

Imogen opened her chat with Erik and typed slowly: [Erik, I’m very sorry. I just found out that I know the person in the recording. He’s a friend of Troy’s. I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. I’ve talked to him and asked him to resolve this situation amicably. If that doesn’t work, I’ll cover the debt for you, and you can transfer the claim to me.] 

Erik replied promptly: [I get it. It’s not your fault. There is no need to apologize. You’re a great person. It’s Troy’s loss for letting you go.] 

Erik’s understanding made Imogen even more uncomfortable. 

Imogen whispered to Grace after ending the conversation with Erik, “Grace, I need to take a call outside. Find me if you need anything.” 

Grace nodded obediently. 

Imogen walked to the outdoor fire escape and dialed Troy’s number with an expressionless face. 

“Ring… Ring…” 

The phone rang for a long time. The call almost hung up automatically before Troy answered. 

“Hello, Imogen?” Troy’s voice came through the phone. His voice sounded hoarse, as if he was half awake. 

Imogen didn’t notice the peculiarity in his voice and coldly questioned, “Troy, did you instruct Yann to set a trap for the Hale family? How despicable can you be? You promised not to bother me anymore! When have you ever kept your word?” 

At the other end of the line, Troy fell silent for a while. He finally spoke weakly, “Is this how you see me?” 

He had eagerly picked up the call when he saw her name on the phone, only to be bombarded with accusations. His heart sank. 

“Isn’t it?” Imogen’s tone turned chilly. Her words were deliberate and sharp. 

Troy let out a cold, humorless laugh. His voice tinged with bitterness. “Erik’s father knowingly purchased inferior materials and got reported. How does that point to me?” 

At this point, Troy had absolutely no credibility left with Imogen. 

She dismissed his words as nonsense! 

So what if Blake intentionally used inferior materials? Her goal was to gain Erik’s trust. 

As for Blake, once Imogen had gathered evidence connecting him to the kidnappers and her father’s death, she would ensure he faced the law’s full force. 

Imogen chuckled coldly, “Seems like you understand this matter quite well, huh? That’s why you teamed up with someone to report them, right?” 

Was Imogen so afraid that Erik would dislike her for this? 

“Cough… Cough… Cough…” Troy coughed violently. He struggled to regain his composure. He sneered, “You’re fascinated with Erik to the point where you can’t differentiate right from wrong. But don’t drag me into your mess. Blake got reported because of his actions. It has nothing to do with me. 

Imogen couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic laugh. “Lies! Wasn’t it you who sent Yann? Why else would he inexplicably target the Hale family?” 

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Chapter 241 Do You Want Me Dead? 

“Imogen, you’re just pushing responsibility here. I’m not Yann. His actions have nothing to do with me. How would I know why he’s targeting the Hale family? Do you think he updates me on his every move, even when he goes to the bathroom?” 

“Troy, you’re not only untrustworthy but also a liar now. Look at yourself! I’m so glad we got divorced!” 

Imogen’s words cut through Troy like a knife. He felt his heart stung deeply. 

His eyes welled up with a touch of redness. He gazed up at the ceiling, feeling his throat was filled with gritty sand, making it scratchy and unpleasant. 

He tightened his fists, the knuckles audibly cracking under strain. He fought to maintain a steady voice as he precisely articulated each word. “So, from your perspective, I’m perpetually at fault? Is that how you see it?”