"Nothing to do with her? My mother told me that your wife and Mr. Quennel Rosenberg aren''t particrly close. He rarely gets involved in your personal affairs. But recently, she''s been staying at his house, spending all this time alone with him."


    "It''s possible sheined to him, and he decided to get some justice for her. Everyone knows he doesn''t like you, and now he has the perfect excuse."


    Cora''s voice grew louder and more frantic with each word, as if she wanted to shout it directly into his ear.


    She would not let him go to Hannah. If they were going to fight, it had to be an explosive, irreconcble one. The kind that ended with them never speaking again, even after the divorce was final. She couldn''t risk him apologizing and having that weak-willed Hannah forgive him, allowing them to go back to being a happy couple.


    Her words struck a nerve. Something about it didn''t feel right. On the surface, Quennel had always been amicable, never fighting for control of the family business. But behind the scenes, he was always pulling strings. And he never interfered in these kinds of matters. Why would he suddenly y matchmaker just because David asked?


    Sensing his hesitation, Cora immediately changed her tune.


    "If you insist on going, then go. I''ll tell Ms. Woods you had a work emergency. She won''t suspect a thing."


    With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Lionel to stew in his own thoughts.


    As she rounded the corner, she pulled her phone out of her pocket. The screen showed an active call.


    "Ms. Woods, Mr. Rosenberg is wavering. I think he might be on his way over," she whispered, ncing over her shoulder to make sure Lionel wasn''t following.


    Sandra said nothing and hung up. She stared at her phone, a dark, humorless smile spreading across her face.


    She wasn''t the least bit surprised by Cora''s two-faced maneuvering. The woman had a conniving mind but was ultimately a fool She thought, she was helping Sandra, but really, she was only helping herself.


    It didn''t matter. Sandra had seen through her pathetic little games long ago.


    Once she was done with Hannah, she had a special gift waiting for Cora.


    Just as she put her phone down, the door opened. Her face lit up. "Lionel, you''re not-"


    Her words died in her throat when she saw who had entered. Her expression immediately soured.


    "Tsk." The man at the front of the group clicked his tongue, his eyes scanning her from head to toe before he plopped down on the sofa with a look of utter disdain.


    The couple following him in looked equally displeased.


    "The wedding is tomorrow, and you pull a stunt like this? Who are you trying to put on a show for?" Kim''s mother, Miranda Rosenberg, walked to the bedside. She took one look at the tubes and the catheter bag hanging beside the bed and recoiled in disgust.


    "You''re lucky we weren''t nning a big ceremony. If we had sent out invitations, you''d be rolling down that aisle in a wheelchair tomorrow, you hear me?”


    Sandra''s hands, hidden beneath the sheets, clenched tightly. She stared at the open door, a wave of panic and helplessness choking her.


    "Sandra, marrying my son is the best thing that will ever happen to you. If you really don''t want to the only way out is death. Don''t even think about backing out now!"  fo


    Her eyshes trembled. Suddenly, she saw a pair of shoes appear in the doorway and her head snapped up, her eyes wide with hope.