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.”

suddenly

want to believe Charlene’s words, she knew they held

to her that Henry had met with Sarah for the sake of her marriage, and afterward, he couldn’t hold on any

“How could I deserve this? How could I be worthy

last time Henry was hospitalized, he used his well–being to allow her to reconcile with Troy. This

she would rather have never to have been with Troy

there any ‘what ifs‘ in

had never regretted anything as much as she regretted falling for Troy and even more

worry about her

face, and with a heavy frown, he reached out his large hand to wipe them away. “Please don’t cry,” he implored. “It’s not your

plausible explanation seemed to be

quickly swatted his hand away. Her eyes were teary red, and her tone was icy as she snapped. “Stop trying to comfort me. We both know exactly why Grandpa went to see

don’t…” He

the kind who looked ahead, not letting the past weigh

everything,

Imogen move past her grief, ensuring the well–being

and took things to heart, finding it difficult to let go of the

her eyes momentarily, her face drawn with emotion. Hastily wiping away, the tears on her face, she

You need your rest!”

“I need to see Sarah. I have to ask her about this! I have

stood up and headed for the door. “If you don’t let me see her, I’ll

“Imogen!” He exclaimed.

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

Locking eyes

Imogen chuckled as if she’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “Do you expect me to believe you’d let her go so

Troy said and was

pulled Imogen close,

and tears streamed down her face. The only thing on her mind was

calm! It’s you, Troy. It’s you who’s been blinded by Sarah! Do you like her so much that you don’t even care about Grandpa’s death? If you’re going to make excuses, at least make it a believable one.

and, without a word, lifted her, heading upstairs. Imogen, overwhelmed by Troy’s strength, cried out in frustration and bit his neck hard enough to draw blood. “Troy! Where’s your conscience? Put me down! Grandpa cared so much for you’re protecting the person who caused his

you, yet

“I have to see Sarah and get answers! Let go of me!

utter a word as he carried her

to the main bedroom and laid her on

the bed immediately, only to be held down

not thinking clearly. Please,

clearly. I have to

insistence to