Seeing Hannah''s reply, Quennel''s bright, sunny demeanor instantly turned gloomy. He stared at the cold, impersonal words on the screen, sighed heavily, and cursed under his breath.


    It was all Lionel''s fault. Otherwise, he and Hannah would be out to dinner right now.


    But Hannah had a point. The news of their marriage was all over the inte, and reporters were even showing up at theirpany and factory.


    Paparazzi were surely lurking in the shadows, waiting for a shot. If they caught him meeting Hannah privately, it would only damage her reputation. He had to avoid doing anything that would hurt her. Once this mess was over, they would have all the time in the world.


    Still, not being able to see Hannah was agonizing.


    [You''re being very thoughtful, Hannah. But don''t worry, my mother and I will keep trying to convince him to sign the divorce papers.]


    [Okay, thank you, Quennel. But it''s better if I handle this with him directly. I don''t want him tosh out like a mad dog and cause problems for you.]


    They chatted a bit more before ending the conversation.


    Every time she talked to Quennel, Hannah couldn''t help but marvel at how two brothers from the same mother could have such drastically different personalities. It just proved how much one''s environment could shape their entire life.


    Thinking of this, she felt a wave of relief that she and Lionel never had children. She couldn''t imagine what kind of person a child would be growing up in a home with warring parents and a cheating father.


    When they first married, she had thought about having a child with Lionel. But he had despised her back then, believing she had used deceitful means to marry him. He wouldn''t even touch her, let alone have a baby with her.


    It was only in thisst month, as they were supposed to be finalizing the divorce, that he had touched her a few times. But they had always used protection, and even when they didn''t, she took the pill.


    Her heart had grown cold toward him. She truly wanted to leave, with no lingering attachments. If a child were involved now, it would only be another pawn for Lionel to use against her.


    The next day, Hannah followed through on what she''d said in his factory office.


    "Hi, I''m Lionel''s ex-wife. Here are the divorce papers. Could you please give these to him and tell him to sign them and get them back to me?"


    The young receptionist hadn''t been working yesterday but had heard all about it. She never expected toe face-to-face with Mr.


    Rosenberg''s exwife


    rather his soon-to-be-ex-wife, since they weren''t officially divorced yet-on her first day back.


    "Hello?"


    Hannah noticed the young woman staring at her, speechless.


    She took off her sunsses and smiled. "Yes, I am his ex-wife. Just give this to him, please. Thank you."


    The receptionist was momentarily stunned by her exquisite beauty—a perfect, delicate face the size of her palm. It took her two seconds to snap out of it and take the document.


    “Of course, I''ll give this to Mr. Rosenberg. Aren''t you going in to see him?"


    The moment the words left her mouth, the receptionist froze, wondering why on earth she had said that.


    Hannah shook her head. "No, there''s nothing to see. I came here to get the divorce.papers signed, that''s all You can just pass them along for me If he asks just tell him I''ve already left. And tell him to have the signed contract sent to Quennel''s house."