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.”

the taut string in her heart suddenly snapped, and tears

didn’t want to believe Charlene’s words,

had met with Sarah for the sake of her marriage,

deserve this? How could

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 for her sake.

with Troy meant that Henry wouldn’t have died, she would rather have never to

wondered, “Why aren’t there any ‘what ifs‘ in this world?”

anything as much as she regretted falling for Troy and even more so for marrying him.

to worry about her up to his last breath.

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 wondered.

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

snapped. “Stop trying to comfort me. We both know exactly why Grandpa went to see Sarah.” She lifted her head and stared intensely into Troy’s eyes with an eerie calmness. “Troy, it’s our fault that Grandpa is

don’t…” He

ahead, not

everything, Henry had already

Imogen move past her grief, ensuring the well–being of their unborn child, and not letting her live a life consumed

and took things to heart, finding it

the tears on her face, she looked at Troy and declared, “I

time. You need your rest!” He protested.

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

stood up and headed for the door.

“Imogen!” He exclaimed.

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,

Locking eyes

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

believe a word Troy said

pulled Imogen close, urging,

resisted fiercely. Her head spun, and tears streamed down her face. The only thing on her mind was confronting Sarah and demanding

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

cried out in frustration and bit his neck hard enough to draw blood. “Troy! Where’s your conscience? Put me down!

you, yet

continued, exclaiming, “I have to see Sarah and get answers! Let

didn’t utter a word as he carried her upstairs.

Imogen protested loudly, Troy took her to the main

immediately, only to be

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

have to

at her insistence to leave,