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 tears instantly

didn’t want to believe Charlene’s words, she knew

for the

How could I be worthy of Grandpa’s

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

meant that Henry wouldn’t have died, she

she wondered, “Why aren’t there any

much as she regretted falling for Troy and even

caused Henry to worry about

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 fault. It’s mine…” “Is it really not my fault?” she

Sarah. The only plausible explanation seemed

red, and her tone was icy as she snapped. “Stop trying to comfort me. We both know exactly why

Imogen, don’t…” He murmured.

ahead, not letting the past

of everything, Henry had already

the well–being of their unborn child, and not letting her

took things to heart, finding

closed her eyes momentarily, her face drawn with emotion. Hastily wiping away, the tears on her face, she looked at Troy and declared, “I want to see

not the time. You need your rest!”

up straight. “I need to see Sarah.

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

“Imogen!” He exclaimed.

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 upstairs and rest. I promise

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?

a word Troy said and was determined to leave,

Imogen close, urging,

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

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. With your resources, how could you

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

you, yet

she continued, exclaiming, “I have to see Sarah and get answers! Let go of me! You’ve no right

as he carried her

the main bedroom and laid her on the bed.

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

said, “Imogen, you’re not thinking

I have to go,

Troy’s heart raced at her insistence to leave, and his face