Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 151

She knew that Henry had his difficulties. 

When Troy became the president of the company, he was too young. Many members of the board of directors did not accept him, and various contradictions happened. 

Some directors often went to Henry to complain about Troy. 

After Henry intervened for the first time, it was difficult for Troy to carry out his work in the company, and he was repeatedly hindered. 

The directors saw that the complaint was useful and came to Henry more frequently. 

Since then, Henry had not intervened again. 

Only then did Henry realize that Troy was already the president of the group, not a grandson Henry could preach at will. 

If Troy wanted to be able to stay in the company, he must establish enough majesty. Henry must defend and firmly support Troy instead of listening to the directors and denying him. Otherwise, the directors and employees would not think Troy was the president. 

It was the same on this matter. Henry could only take countermeasures through Star Entertainment but couldn’t directly clarify Imogen’s identity. Otherwise, Henry would only put Troy in the wrong position, and Troy’s reputation and prestige would be ruined entirely. 

This matter could only be decided and clarified by Troy himself. 

Fortunately, Troy did not disappoint Henry. 

Perhaps, between Troy and Imogen, Henry loved Troy more, but Imogen never thought of fighting for this. 

She only knew that Henry was not her grandfather and that he had already done the best he could, and that was enough. 

After finishing grooming, Henry’s body was moved to the mourning hall. 

Imogen looked at the familiar face, which was no different from usual as if he had fallen asleep. But he would never wake up again. 

Thinking of this, Imogen cried involuntarily. 

Henry’s funeral was well–organized. 

Both sides of the auditorium and the aisle were filled with flower baskets. 

All the collateral relatives of the Marshall family came to the funeral. 

Celebrities and dignitaries in New York City came to offer their condolences one after another. And some people specifically expressed care about Layla’s health and comforted her. 

Even New York City’s top leader sent his secretary to send flowers to offer his condolences. There were also some little–known businessmen who turned their heads and went towards Troy and Leo after paying homage to the funeral. It was clear what they wanted. 

The directors of the Marshall Group also came to express their condolences. And by the way, they asked Troy and Leo for some news. 

After all, Henry had held many shares of the group. After his death, must be someone to inherit 

these shares. 

Moreover, what Jarvis did not expect was that Henry passed away suddenly on the same day as the president’s personnel change. 

The top and second leaders of the group all changed within one day! 

Not only did the stock fail to stabilize, but it fell even more severely than before. Many stockholders sold their stocks, and even some directors couldn’t calm down. 

People entered the mourning hall while Imogen and the others just stood guard in front of the corpse. 

When some female relatives came, Agnes would go to talk with them. And before leaving, she told Wesley to stay with Imogen and listen to what Imogen said. 

Around seven o’clock in the evening, the mourning hall was emptied. 

Imogen came out of the tounge and turned the wheelchair to the front, just in time to meet Troy coming back from outside after finishing his work. 

During the three days of the funeral, he was busy with the funeral and had to deal with the He hardly slept much. His eyes were tired. And he would smoke a cigarette when he was not energetic. 

guests. 

Troy walked behind Imogen’s wheelchair, pushed her inside, and asked, “Have you eaten dinner yet?” 

Imogen nodded. “Yes. Have you?” 

“Not yet. Are you feeling well? If not, I’ll ask someone to send you back.” 

“Fortunately, I’m fine. You’ve been busy for the past two days. Now you finally have time. Go to dinner.” 

Troy pushed Imogen to the lounge. “I’m busy these days. I’ll accompany you to the prenatal checkup after Grandpa’s funeral.” 

“Yeah.” Sensing his intention, Imogen said, “I just finished dinner. You go and eat by yourself. I’ll wait outside for a while.” 

Troy still pushed Imogen into the lounge. “Have something food with me.” 

Imogen was speechless. 

Imogen’s dinner was specially prepared by Sue, while Troy’s dinner was a boxed lunch ordered in bulk, with a steak and a soup, which looked pretty good. 

Troy looked at Imogen and asked, “Do you want to eat more?” 

“No. Enjoy yourself.” 

Troy picked up a steak piece and handed it to Imogen. 

Imogen looked at it, finally opened her mouth, and ate it. 

The chef was good. The steak was dentious. Imogen had no appetite because of sadness, but she still ate more for the baby’s sake. Unexpectedly, she ate most of his dinner at the end. 

She was full, but now she couldn’t help but eat the food brought by Troy. 

After she was pregnant, except for the morning sickness before, her appetite had been improving 

recently. 

Seeing that Imogen liked it, Troy gave her another steak piece. 

After Imogen ate three steak pieces, seeing that Troy wanted to give her more, she hurriedly said, 

“I’m really full. You eat it yourself.” 

“You don’t want more?” 

“I don’t.” 

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Troy put down his fork, picked up Imogen from the wheelchair, put her on the sofa, and covered her with a blanket. “Then rest for a while.” 

Imogen propped herself up helplessly and looked at Troy. “You haven’t slept for the past two days. You should rest, too.” 

Hearing that Imogen cared about him, Troy nodded with his eyes 

lit up. “Okay.” 

After finishing his dinner, Troy threw away the trash and lay down beside Imogen. 

Imogen opened one eye and glanced at him, only to see that he was lying on his side, barely sleeping on the edge of the sofa. If he moved a little, he might fall off. 

“It’s such a big room. Why do you want to sleep here?” Imogen asked. 

Troy stretched out his hand to cover Imogen’s eyes. “Stop talking. Sleep.” 

Imogen was speechless. 

Imogen took a nap for a while. And when she woke up, Troy was gone. 

After the three–day funeral, Henry’s body was cremated, and the funeral was officially finished. 

Several black cars drove out of the funeral home, crossed the main road in the city, and drove to the Marshall family’s cemetery in the suburbs. 

Imogen didn’t 

go there.