Chapter 733

Hearing his mother’s furious accusations, Lionel felt a familiar sting. It was as if she already had proof that he was the culprit.

It made sense. From the moment he returned, he had sensed his mother’s anger and resentment toward him, even though she was the one who had accidentally lost him.

Her youngest son had suffered and struggled on his own for years, even managing to build a life for himself, yet in his mother’s eyes, he seemed to be an inconvenience, a burden even.

Lionel had never understood it. Logically, shouldn’t a long-lost son who had endured so much hardship be showered with his mother’s affection upon his return?

But whenever she looked at him, she was so angry, as if he should never have come back at all.

Lionel had never sought the answer to this puzzle, fearing he wouldn’t be able to handle the truth if he ever found it.

Hearing Lionel’s challenge, Mrs. Mary Rosenberg couldn’t stay seated. “It’s impossible that we would leak what was said in our own meeting!” she said, agitated. “There were only three of us there, and I would never do such a thing.”

“Quennel wouldn’t do it either. That only leaves you.

“How can you be so certain it was me? What proof do you have? And why is it impossible for Quennel to have done it? Do you really know him that well?”

Lionel countered patiently, his gaze drifting thoughtfully to the silent Quennel.

After Lionel spoke, a dead silence fell over the living room. Everyone instinctively turned to look at Quennel, who had yet to say a word.

Sensing the strange and tense shift in the atmosphere, Mrs. Mary Rosenberg froze for a moment before quickly recovering and pointing a finger at Lionel.

“What are you implying? Are you

trying to tell me that your older brother posted that information

online That he elberately told

Cherry’s friend about our meeting so she would tell Cherry, who would then post it? What would be the point of all that?” Content

Mrs. Mary Rosenberg let out a humorless laugh, as if she were talking to a fool. “Yesterday’s

meeting was about whether you net

could remain in the Rosenberg family It had nothing to do with Quennel. There was no reason for him to tell anyone. What would he gain from it? Your problem isn’t his problem.”

Having said her piece, she glared at Lionel, assuming he would be left speechless.

But Lionel immediately retorted,

“Who’s to say he didn’t want to leak

it to Cherry, so she would tell Hannah? Then Hannah could come and negotiate with the elders, either to force me to sign the divorce papers or to get them to kick me out of the family. After all, if Heave the Rosenberg family, the person who benefits the most is Quennel.”

Lionel gave a cold snort, his icy gaze fixed on Quennel.

“Quennel, do you dare to swear this had nothing to do with you?” he asked.

“Does he need to? Quennel would never do something like that! Stop trying to sling mud!” Mrs. Mary Rosenberg was so furious she looked ready to slap him again.

Mr. Edward Rosenberg considered this for a moment, then asked, “Quennel, did you do this?”