"Where do you think I am?" Hannah retorted.


    Before Lionel could reply, she hung up and changed her phone settings to block calls from unknown numbers. Then she went back to her packing.


    Lionel paused, a thought striking him. He returned the phone to the nurse, took out his own, and called Lily.


    "Did Hannahe home this morning?"


    "Yes, Mrs. Rosenberg returned quite early. The butler said a man drove her home and even got out to help with her bags. He was about to bring them inside, but the butler stopped him," Lily reported.


    Lionel clenched his jaw. "Is she still there?"


    "Yes, she is, sir."


    "Tell her I''m on my way home, and she is to wait for me!"


    Lionel hung up and strode to the elevator. Impatient, he took the stairs down to the parking garage, mmed his foot on the elerator, and sped home.


    He ran countless red lights, nearly colliding with another car at one point, but he never let up, his only thought to get to Hannah as quickly as possible.


    Back at the house.


    Hannah had finished packing and came downstairs with her bag.


    She had booked a hotel for a monthst time and left most of her luggage there, so she didn''t have much to carry now.


    The moment Lily saw her heading for the door, she rushed to block her path. "Mrs. Rosenberg, the master said he''sing home and that you are to wait for him."


    Wait?


    "I''m moving out for a while. I don''t want to see him before the divorce. Ry that message to him."


    Lily was taken aback. Although she had overheard them talking about a divorce before, she hadn''t taken it seriously, assuming it was just one of the mistress''s little games. But now, it seemed it was real.


    A sly glint appeared in her eyes. Seeing Hannah about to leave, she stepped in front of her again.


    "Mrs. Rosenberg, the master gave me instructions. Please, just wait a little longer."


    "Move."


    Lily stood her ground, her arms outstretched. "Mrs. Rosenberg, I''m just an employee. Please don''t make things difficult for me."


    Hannah looked at the maid. She was one of Mrs. Mary Rosenberg''s people, reporting every detail of the household back to her. She only


    listened to Mrs. Mary Roselyne


    and Lionel. Knowing Hannah was out of favor she showed her little espect often making sarcastic remarks both openly and behind her back.


    "I said move. Didn''t you hear me?"


    In this house, even the staff looked down on her.


    "If you have a problem with the master, you don''t need to take it out on us staff," Lily sniffed.


    Hannah ced a hand on Lily''s shoulder and shoved her aside, striding out the door.


    "Oww-" Lily cried out in pain,


    copsing dramatically to the floor. Motegi oh can''t walkowwowwe Myleg! I


    se stop Mrs. Rosenberg!


    Ouch..."


    Lily wailed, pulling out her phone to call Lionel, but after several attempts, he didn''t answer.


    Hannah took her luggage to the hotel, checked in, and then headed to the Keystone Group for work.


    When Lionel arrived home, his eyes swept across the first floor. Seeing no sign of Hannah, he took the stairs two at a time.


    He threw open the bedroom door, but she wasn''t there. The guest room was empty too.


    "Lily!"


    His already tense face grew even darker.


    Another maid approached him. “Sir Lily tried to stop Mrs. Rosenberg from leaving, but she was insistent Lily couldn''t stop her, and Mrs. Rosenberg even..."