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.”

her heart suddenly snapped, and tears instantly streamed down her

words, she knew they held

for the sake of

How could I be worthy of Grandpa’s

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

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

this, she wondered, “Why aren’t there

regretted falling for Troy and even more so for

about her

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

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

eyes were teary red, 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

don’t…”

who looked ahead, not

that, regardless of everything, Henry had

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

and took things to heart, finding it

eyes momentarily, her face drawn with emotion. Hastily wiping away, the tears on her face, she looked at

time. You

see Sarah. I have

headed for the door. “If you don’t

“Imogen!” He exclaimed.

days ago, and we don’t know where she is. But no worries, I’ve already

Locking eyes

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,

face. The only thing on her mind was confronting Sarah and demanding

incoherently, “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 going to make excuses, at least make it

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 caused his

you, yet

answers! Let go of me! You’ve no right to hold me back! I want a

a word as he

the

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

said, “Imogen, you’re not thinking clearly. Please, calm down, and then we

I have to go, and you don’t

her insistence to leave, and his face turned even