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.”

then felt the taut string in her heart suddenly snapped, and tears instantly streamed

to believe Charlene’s words,

had met with Sarah for the sake of her

deserve this? How could I be worthy

hospitalized, he used his well–being to allow her to reconcile with

have died, she would rather have

this, she wondered, “Why aren’t there any ‘what

regretted anything as much as she regretted falling for Troy and even more

caused Henry to worry about her up to

he reached out his large hand to wipe them away. “Please don’t cry,” he implored. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine…” “Is it really

about why Henry had met Sarah. The only plausible explanation seemed to be Henry’s attempts to

“Stop trying to comfort me. We both know exactly why Grandpa went

don’t…” He murmured.

not letting the past

that, regardless of everything, Henry had already passed on.

was helping Imogen move past her grief, ensuring the well–being of their unborn child,

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

the tears on her face, she looked at Troy and

not the time. You need your rest!” He protested.

Imogen was resolute. She disregarded him and sat up straight. “I need to see Sarah. I have to ask her about this! I have to

Troy’s unmoved stance, Imogen stood up and headed for the door. “If you don’t let me see her, I’ll go

“Imogen!” He exclaimed.

she is. But no

Locking eyes

chuckled as if she’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “Do you expect me to believe you’d let her go so easily? Are you still protecting her even now? What’s the matter? Are you

didn’t believe a word Troy said and was determined

close, urging,

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

“I am 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

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

you, yet

me down!” she continued, exclaiming, “I have to see Sarah and get answers! Let go

as he carried

the main bedroom and

sprang up from the bed immediately, only to be held down

thinking

have to go, and you don’t have the right

insistence