The moment Lionel arrived home, he saw two unwee guests sitting on his sofa.


    Mrs. Mary Rosenberg and Quennel.


    Quennel had already heard about thetest incident. Knowing Lionel wouldn''t answer his phone, he decided to confront him in person.


    Just as he was about to leave his own house, his mother had walked in. He told her


    his n.


    It turned out she had the exact same idea, so they came together.


    "Lionel, I''ve realized you have no integrity. I''m the one who gave you that idea, and you shot it down, only to turn around and use it yourself. And you even managed to screw it up. No wonder Hannah despises you."


    In truth, when Quennel first saw the headlines, his reaction was the same as everyone else online. He couldn''t believe Lionel could be so monumentally stupid.


    A fake divorce? Hannah wanted to divorce him with every fiber of her being. Once she was free, who in their right mind would remarry him?


    "Lionel, let me ask you something. Do you think Hannah is an idiot? Or do you think she''s so hopelessly devoted to you that she''d never leave? It''s a good thing you came to your senses when you did."


    Upon learning that Lionel had figured it out at thest minute, Quennel felt a pang of disappointment.


    If he hadn''t, they would have been officially divorced in thirty days!


    For Quennel, that would have been a very good thing indeed.


    Lionel gave Quennel a long, meaningful look. He knew perfectly well that his brother was only here to gloat.


    "You know, Quennel, I should actually be thanking you."


    Lionel sat down on a nearby sofa, a faint, unreadable smile ying on


    his lips. His eyes curved as he spoke. "After all, if it weren''t for you, I never would have realized. I I really have to thank you for that phone caff."


    He wasn''t just making it up. It was the truth.


    It was Quennel''s mocking phone call that had served as a wake-up call, making him see everything clearly.


    Otherwise, he would have foolishly believed that Hannah was genuinely going along with his n for a fake marriage.


    Her refusal to sign the agreement, even though it had no legal standing, was because she feared he would use it against herter.


    Thank God. Thank God!


    On the drive home, Lionel had been filled with a bted sense of relief. He was so d Quennel had called him at that critical moment.


    Hearing Lionel''s words, Quennel froze for a few seconds, staring at him in disbelief.


    He searched Lionel''s face for any sign of deception, but the gratitude in his smile seemed entirely genuine. There was no hint of a lie.


    "You don''t have to look so suspicious. It''s true. It was all thanks to your call. See?


    You really are my big brother, looking out for me deep down!"


    Lionel''s words made Quennel grit his teeth even harder in frustration.


    "You went to all the trouble of


    helping me out and even came here to talk about it. It seems you don''t really want me and Hannah to get a divorce after all. Otherwise you, wouldn''t have called me today


    The more furious Quennel became, the more delighted Lionel felt. He had to resist the urge tough out loud.


    Mrs. Mary Rosenberg, who had been silent since they arrived, finally spoke, her voice cold as she red at his arrogant and smug expression.


    "Lionel, do you think what you did was something to be proud of? Your brother gave you a warning, and now you''re sitting here, being passive-aggressive. Is that appropriate?"