Hannah watched him leave, her gaze dropping to the floor.


    Mrs. Rosenberg Sr., however, was beaming. "That''s right! I told him to arrange a position for you years ago, but he dragged his feet. It''s alright. I''ll have him put in a good word for you. You can pick and choose whichever cases you like!"


    Hannah''s mind was elsewhere. She forced a bitter smile and nodded.


    What was this? A peace offering?


    If so, she wasn''t interested.


    She took out her phone and opened WhatsApp, her eyesnding on a specific chat. The message had been sent that morning, but she had yet to reply.


    After a moment of hesitation, she typed a response: [I ept your offer. I can start tomorrow.]


    She spent the rest of the day with Mrs. Rosenberg Sr., who had the family doctore for a check-up. The old woman even had the doctor prescribe a host of fertility herbs.


    Staring at the bowl of dark, bitter medicine, Hannah grimaced but drank it all in one go under Mrs. Rosenberg''s watchful eye.


    She still hadn''t told her about the divorce. The old woman had just had major surgery earlier in the year, and she couldn''t risk upsetting her.


    That evening, Hannah was at herputer, preparing materials for the next day, when she heard the bedroom door open. It was Lionel.


    Her fingers paused over the keyboard. She frowned in confusion.


    Wasn''t he with Sandra? Why was he back so early?


    Seeing her staring, Lionel loosened his tie and sat on the edge of the bed.


    "I already agreed to let you into the Rosenberg Group. What more do you want?"


    At his words, a derisive smile touched Hannah''s lips. She saved her work and closed herptop.


    "I don''t need your help."


    Lionel looked as if he had misheard.


    He turned to face her, his expression incredulous. "If it weren''t for Grandma, do you really think you could get into the Rosenberg


    Group?" he scoffed.


    Hannah''s eyes darkened. She remembered when she was first brought to the Rosenberg family, his grandmother had insisted he give her a position at thepany.


    But Lionel had refused, saying shecked the skills and experience. He said she needed to work at a smaller firm first.


    Back then, she had been foolish enough to believe him. She had ignored Mrs. Rosenberg''s objections and found a job at a smallw firm.


    Not long after, he had arranged for Sandra to join thepany, even creating a deputy director position for her.


    But Sandra had turned down his offer, and he hade back to Hannah, mocking her for not being as sensible. He had praised Sandra for wanting to gain practical


    ve


    experience before joining the main


    should learn from her.


    And yet, less than a week after Sandra joined Hannah''s firm, he became itsrgest shareholder.


    The memory made Hannahugh out loud.


    "What''s so funny?"


    Hannah looked up, her gaze sharp. "So, am I qualified now? I don''t need to go to


    a small firm to gain experience anymore?"


    A dead silence filled the room, punctuated only by the sound of Lionel''s heavy breathing.


    "It''s probably for the best. If people find out I got in because of you and I don''t perform well, it would be an embarrassment for you. I''m better off at my small firms."


    Seeing that he intended to sleep in the master bedroom, Hannah picked up herptop and headed for the guest room. Just as she opened the door @figure loomed behind her his hand reaching past her to m it shut.