After leaving the room, he called Hannah.


    "Where are you?"


    "What is it?" Hannah replied.


    "I asked where you are."


    Hannah took a deep breath, fastened her seatbelt, and turned the key in the ignition. “Working on a case. I''m busy!"


    Before Lionel could say another word, the line went dead.


    He stared at his phone screen, his expression turning grim.


    Hannah didn''t get back to the office untilte afternoon. She had barely put down her things and hadn''t even had a sip of water when a colleague told her she was wanted in the office.


    "Mr. Jones, I thought you..." Hannah stopped mid-sentence when she saw the man sitting in the armchair.


    "Hannah, talk to Mr. Rosenberg nicely. Be sweet, you hear me?" Mr. Jones whispered as he passed her.


    Hannah''s face was etched with fatigue. "About Sandra''s case, I.....”


    "You''re taking this case whether you like it or not. You don''t have the right to refuse,” Lionel said, tossing the man envelope onto the desk. "Take it and get it done."


    Hannah sighed deeply. "I told you, I have my own case. I can''t help!"


    Lionel leaned back slightly, his long fingers inteced in front of him. A mocking smirk yed on his handsome face. "Hannah, don''t be ungrateful. This is the second time I''m telling you this. You should know what happens on the third."


    Seeing his arrogant, condescending demeanor, Hannah felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her fingertips grew cold and trembled slightly.


    "Take it, finish it in the next couple of days, and then you can deal with your own affairs. Otherwise..."


    "Otherwise, you''ll fire me?" Hannah interrupted, her voice calm and steady.


    Lionel''s eyes narrowed, his dark pupils fixed on her. Her cool, detached gaze held no emotion.


    In the three years they had been


    married, no matter how fiercely they argued she had ever shown this kind of attitude. Herposure left him with a hollow feeling in his chest.


    "If Mr. Rosenberg wants to fire me, then fire me," she said. "I was


    already nning on submitting


    resignation once my curent case is finished anyway.


    A dead silence fell over the office.


    Lionel''s face darkened, his brow furrowing. "Hannah, you don''t own this firm. If


    you won''t do the job, there are plenty of others who will."


    "That''s wonderful," Hannah said, turning to leave with a slight blink.


    "Hannah!"


    She stopped at the door, hearing his call. She took a deep breath. "Is there anything else, Mr. Rosenberg?"


    Hearing her address him so formally, as if deliberately creating distance, stung him.


    When he didn''t speak, Hannah frowned. "Mr. Rosenberg, if there''s nothing else, I''ll be leaving. I''m very busy."


    Lionel''s eyes were dark and deep. "You haven''t forgotten that Grandma ising to the house tomorrow, have you?"


    Hannah froze. With everything that had happened, she hadpletely forgotten.


    At the mention of his grandmother, her heart softened. In this family, his grandmother was the only one who truly cared for her the offly one who believed her. When the scandal about her drugging him broke, if his grandmother hadn''t stepped in, she might have...


    The thought brought a sting to her eyes.


    “I know,” she said, pushing the door open and walking out.


    Lionel watched the door close, pinching the bridge of his nose. He called his assistant. "When the ne arrives, have it sent to her."