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.”

felt the taut string in her heart suddenly snapped, and

to believe Charlene’s words,

for the sake of her marriage, and afterward, he

How could I be worthy

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

being with Troy meant that Henry wouldn’t have died, she would rather

she wondered, “Why aren’t there any

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

to worry about her up

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

clueless about why Henry had met Sarah. The only plausible explanation seemed to be Henry’s attempts to protect their marriage by forcing Sarah

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

don’t…” He

the kind who looked ahead, not letting the past

regardless of everything,

well–being of their unborn child, and not letting her live a life

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

Hastily wiping away, the tears on her face, she looked at Troy and declared,

is not the time. You need

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

door.

“Imogen!” He exclaimed.

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

Locking eyes

let her go so easily? Are you still protecting her even now? What’s the matter? Are you

believe a word Troy said and

Imogen close, urging, “Please, calm

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

you like her so much that you don’t even care about Grandpa’s death?

a word, lifted her, heading upstairs. Imogen, overwhelmed by Troy’s strength, cried out in frustration and bit his neck hard

you, yet

have to see Sarah and get answers! Let go of me! You’ve no right to hold me back! I want

utter a word as he carried

loudly, Troy took her to the main bedroom and laid her on

bed immediately, only to be held

leaned close to her ear and said, “Imogen, you’re not thinking clearly. Please,

thinking clearly. I have to go, and you don’t have the

raced at her insistence to leave, and his face