Chapter 653
Her voice was laced with a chilling mix of disgust and fury, making it painfully clear just how angry she was.
Samuel sat beside her, watching Lionel with a thoughtful expression, eager to see what kind of excuse he could possibly come up with.
Quennel, on the other hand, remained silent, looking like a bystander quietly enjoying the show.
“I’m not trying to deceive you. I’m telling you the truth. When I got it, the name on it was Quennel’s. At the time, I thought that maybe this thing was p>
Lionel once again tried to steer the conversation back to the altered name, as he considered it the most important point.
“He might have been trying to use me to drive a wedge between us. And I was also worried that if I went to confront Quennel, and it turned out to be fake, he would run to you and complain, and you’d hold it against me p>
He explained his reasoning for sending the letter to Hannah.
But he noticed that as he spoke, Hannah’s expression only grew colder, which made him rush to continue his explanation.
“So, the best solution I could think of at the moment was to give the letter to you and let you decide. But I still don’t understand why the name on it became mine. If it really was mine p>
Hearing him trail off and repeat the same point, Samuel clicked his tongue in disgust.
“Can you stop talking about the name change? Can’t you see Hannah doesn’t care about the name? Hannah wants to know why you gave the letter to her p>
Samuel raised his voice, scolding him. “So you were afraid it was a setup, afraid that you’d get into a fight with Quennel, but you weren’t worried that Hannah might actually believe it and confront him herself? Is that it p>
“You push the things you don’t want
to do onto Hannah. You’re a real piece of work. Why don’t you just give all your money to Hannah and leave with nothing but the clothes on your back? If you really care about her so much, then sign the damn divorce papers p>
He knew Lionel hated being sidetracked, so he decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Lionet hated nothing more than talk of divorce, and bringing it up now would surely push him over the edge.
Sure enough, at the mention of divorce, Lionel’s face fell. He stared at Samuel, his
expression dark, and said through gritted teeth,
“We’re talking about the letter. This has nothing to do with a divorce. Why are you bringing that up p>
Samuel shot back, “Oh, so now you know what it’s like to have someone change the subject? Hannah is asking you why you pushed this on her, and you keep harping on about the name How about we deal with Hannah’s question first, and then wẽ can get to your other topics, okay? All you do is deflect p>
Seeing Lionel’s frustration brought Samuel a great deal of satisfaction.
His greatest pleasure in life these days was making Lionel miserable.
As long as Lionel was unhappy, he was happy.
“Lionel, tell me. What was your goal in giving me this letter? Did you want me to confront Quennel based on its contents p>
Hannah’s brow was furrowed, her expression severe as she stared at Lionel, her gaze so intense it felt like it could swallow him whole.
“Were you hoping I’d fight with Quennel so you could swoop in and play the hero, pretending to mediate? Answer me p>
Faced with Hannah’s furious shout, Lionel felt a surge of fear. His mind went blank, and he couldn’t think of how to respond. He could only sit there in silence.
He subconsciously clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged.