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.”

string in her heart suddenly snapped, and tears

to believe Charlene’s words, she knew they

with Sarah for the sake of her marriage, and afterward, he couldn’t hold on any longer.

How could

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

that Henry wouldn’t have died, she would rather have never

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

anything as much as she regretted falling

Henry to worry about her

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?”

explanation seemed to be Henry’s

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 her head and stared intensely into Troy’s eyes with an

don’t…” He

looked ahead, not letting the past weigh him down.

that, regardless of everything, Henry had already

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

things to heart, finding

wiping away, the tears

not the time. You need your

see Sarah. I have to ask her

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

“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 for her. Please, go back upstairs and rest. I promise I’ll let you know once we find her,” he said earnestly.

Locking eyes

joke. “Do you expect me to believe you’d let her go so easily?

word Troy said and was determined to leave,

Imogen close, urging, “Please,

her face. The

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

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

you, yet

to see Sarah and get answers! Let go of me! You’ve no right to

a word as he

the

up from the bed immediately, only to be held

you’re not thinking clearly. Please, calm down, and then we can

have to go, and

heart raced at her insistence to leave, and his face turned