Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 152 Grandpa Is Gone Because of Us!

“Let’s head back, Mrs. Marshall,” Sue suggested as she stepped out with a blanket and a thermos. By that time, Charlene had already left.

Sue saw the hurt look on Imogen’s face, and with a sense of accomplishment, she walked away cheerfully and arrogantly.

Meanwhile, Imogen just sat there, clenching her fists in silence.

Seeing that Imogen didn’t respond, Sue called out again to her. “Mrs. Marshall?”

Imogen then snapped back from her thoughts, took a deep breath, and nodded. “Yes, let’s head back.”

Sue observed Imogen’s expression, sensing that she seemed different from earlier.

Once they were back in the villa, Sue offered to help Imogen to go upstairs, but Imogen declined. She settled on the sofa, saying, “I’m waiting for Troy.”

Sue simply nodded in response and went about her business.

Around three in the afternoon, a black vehicle drove into the villa’s courtyard.

Troy turned off the engine and leaned back in his seat. He raised his hand, which sported a steel watch, to rub his temples before removing the keys and stepping out.

With long, confident strides, he entered the living room, where he found Imogen. She was leaning on the sofa, covered in a blanket, her eyes appearing distant as she stared blankly ahead.

Troy then set his car keys on the table and sat beside Imogen. “Why are you resting here? Do you want me to take you upstairs?”

It was as if Imogen had just noticed him. Her gaze sharpened and slowly shifted to him, and in an eerily calm tone, she said, “Hey, you’re back? No need to go up yet. I have something to ask you.” His expression appeared weary. “What is it?”

“How exactly did Grandpa die?” Imogen’s eyes bore into Troy’s as she questioned him, her voice eerie.

Troy hesitated momentarily after hearing her. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, saying, “I’ve told you before, haven’t I? Grandpa was already very sick. He didn’t have long to live…”

She then cut him off and retorted, “You’re still lying to me!”

Upon hearing her words, Troy’s eyes snapped open, meeting Imogen’s chilling gaze, and he suddenly shivered.

Even during their past arguments, while Imogen might have been upset or angry, she had never given him such a cold look.

Troy briefly shut his eyes, preparing to reply, but was cut off by Imogen, asking, “Did Grandpa meet Sarah before he passed?”

Troy pressed his lips together and nodded subtly. “Yes.”

heart suddenly snapped, and tears instantly streamed down

words, she knew

with Sarah for the sake of her marriage, and afterward, he couldn’t hold

wondered. “How could I deserve this? How could I

her to reconcile with

died, she would rather have never to have been with Troy

aren’t there any ‘what

never regretted anything as much as she regretted falling for Troy and

to worry about

wipe them away. “Please don’t cry,” he implored. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine…” “Is it really not my

was just as clueless about why Henry had met Sarah. The only plausible explanation seemed to

as she snapped. “Stop trying to comfort me. We both know exactly why Grandpa went to see Sarah.” She lifted her head

don’t…”

who looked ahead, not letting the

that, regardless of everything, Henry had already passed

grief, ensuring the well–being of

finding it difficult to

emotion. Hastily wiping away, the tears on her face,

the time. You need your rest!”

She disregarded him and sat up straight. “I need to see

headed for the door.

“Imogen!” He exclaimed.

over to Imogen, placing His arm in front of her to stop her. “Sarah isn’t at the hospital anymore. She left days ago, and we don’t know where she is. But no worries, I’ve already sent people to look for her. Please, go back

Locking eyes

to believe you’d let

said and was determined to leave,

immediately pulled Imogen close, urging, “Please, calm

The only thing on her mind was confronting Sarah

you don’t even care about Grandpa’s death? If you’re

her, heading upstairs. Imogen, overwhelmed by Troy’s strength, cried out in frustration and bit his neck hard enough to draw blood. “Troy!

you, yet

Sarah and get answers! Let go of me! You’ve no right to

as he carried

the main

only to be held down again by

thinking clearly. Please, calm down, and then

shot back defiantly. “I am thinking clearly. I have to go, and you don’t have the right to stop

you go?” Troy’s heart raced at her insistence to leave, and his face turned