Chapter 320
The slap landed a split second after Hannah shut the door, connecting squarely with the solid wood and echoing with a loud crack. Even inside the room, the sound made Hannah jump, and she instinctively glanced back at the door.
“Serves her right,” she muttered.
Outside, Cherry’s face contorted in pain. She slowly sank to the floor, curling into a ball as she cradled her stinging hand.
“Hannah! I will never forgive you for this! You just wait!” she hissed, tears of pain and humiliation streaming down her face. Who did Hannah think she was, anyway? An orphan who didn’t know her father, whose mother was missing, and whose husband didn’t even love her! What right did she have to act so high and mighty?
Just wait. Once she successfully married Quennel, she would have him strip Lionel of all his power. Then, when her husband was a nobody, he would surely resent Hannah for causing his downfall.
News that Hannah was the biological daughter of the Temple family spread through their social circle like wildfire.
When Sandra, who was still recovering at home, heard the news, her entire world came crashing down. She had been biding her time, waiting for Lionel to divorce Hannah. Once Hannah was alone, without any backing, it would only be a matter of time before Sandra could crush her.
But now she was Cheryl Temple’s daughter? The Temple family was just as powerful and influential as the Rosenbergs. And as the long-lost child of the beloved Cheryl, she would be unbelievably doted on.
“Damn it! Why does she get everything?” Sandra shrieked, snatching a pillow from behind her and hurling it violently against the wall.
The Temples had spent a fortune trying to find Cheryl and her stolen child all those years ago. The money they had poured into that search could have resurrected the Woods family several times over. Now, her family was barely hanging on by a thread while Hannah’s life just kept getting better. Before, she could at least mock Hannah for her low birth, but now… now p>
The more Sandra thought about it, the more furious she became. Fat tears of rage rolled down her cheeks as she clenched her fists, the veins standing our on the back of her hands. Jealousy and resentiment burned through her like a fever.
Lionel’s attitude toward Hannah was already softening; he was treating her better and better, to the point where it seemed he didn’t even want a divorce anymore. Meanwhile, he was growing colder toward Sandra ven starting to question her if she lost Lionel, the rest of her life would be unbearable.
The thought made her chest tighten with a suffocating anger she couldn’t release.
No. So what if she was Cheryl’s daughter? Cheryl was still missing, and Hannah was mired in a failing marriage. All Sandra had to do was make the Temple family despise her. Once she lost their favor, she would be vulnerable again. A powerful family like the temples would surely took down on someone who was about to be divorced and had never
received a proper upper-class
education.
They would be holding a party soon to formally introduce her. If Sandra could just pull a few strings and cause a little scene at the reception, she could make the whole Temple family disgusted with their newfound heiress.
“Yes, yes, that’s it p>
The idea instantly cleared her mind, and the knot of anger in her chest loosened. Thank God Lionel still trusted her enough back then not to do anything to the orphanage. Otherwise, finding someone to help her now would be impossible.
Sandra immediately grabbed her phone and dialed the number for the director of the orphanage, Jason.
Because Quennel had advised her to hold off on pushing Lionel for a divorce, Hannah hadn’t brought up the subject since returning from the banquet.