Remarriage Failed Again Today

Annabelle Linton’s face turned cold the moment she saw the person before her. Even after all this time, she would recognize that face even if it were turned to ash.

Oh, wait. It wasn’t just one person.

To be precise, there were two of them: Tina Chapman and Yvonne Miller.

The first was her aunt, and the second... her stepmother?

One was looking at her with sarcasm, the other with an icy glare.

Yvonne Miller was actually Tina Chapman’s best friend—the inseparable kind. So her scum of a father had probably gotten involved with that bitch a long time ago. Then, when Annabelle’s mother passed away after giving birth to Ryan, he brought home Joy Chapman, who was a year younger than Ryan.

Although Tina Chapman was Annabelle Linton’s aunt, what affection was there between them?

To be honest, Tina Chapman was no saint herself.

Back when Yvonne Miller was working as an escort, so was Tina Chapman. So the two of them, bonded by a sense of... shared misery, ended up sticking together.

Yvonne Miller was the one who helped Tina Chapman get into the Anson Family.

And Tina Chapman was the one who helped Yvonne Miller get into the Linton Family.

But Annabelle had only learned all of this in her previous life.

That was also why Annabelle and her brother had the surname Linton... William Chapman was a freeloader who married into their family’s money.

’But I never expected these people, one after another, to be so ruthlessly ambitious, plotting to take the entire family fortune for themselves!’

That was why Tina Chapman had never been pleasant to Annabelle. To be fair, she’d never done anything too out of line, but she was genuinely unkind to her.

Seeing her now, Annabelle suddenly remembered someone—

Annabelle Ainsworth.

She had been one of Annabelle Linton’s childhood playmates, second only to Vivian Yates.

According to her memories from her past life, Annabelle Ainsworth had already passed away by this time. In fact, she had died this very year.

Annabelle Linton remembered Annabelle Ainsworth as a very kind girl. It was just that after she inexplicably went abroad, they never saw each other again.

The last time, in her previous life, had been to attend her funeral.

But it hadn’t happened in this life. Most likely, because she had cut ties with William Chapman, Tina Chapman hadn’t invited her.

’Oh well,’ she thought. ’If I wasn’t invited, I wasn’t invited. The person is already gone. Attending the same funeral twice would be pretty heartbreaking anyway.’

’But what’s going on here?’

’Have these two, who reek of the same stench, teamed up?’

’But what does it have to do with me?’

Annabelle Linton saw the two of them but simply ignored them, starting to walk forward with Quentin Holland.

Seeing Annabelle ignore her, a flash of embarrassment crossed Yvonne Miller’s face before she said sarcastically, "A bitch really knows how to put on an act. After scheming your way into the Grant Family only to be treated worse than an animal, what now? Running around with a pretty boy?"

When Quentin Holland heard this, his expression darkened as he looked at Annabelle Linton.

Annabelle shot him a reassuring look and chuckled softly. "Just a mad dog barking."

"You—"

Yvonne Miller’s face changed on the spot. "Annabelle Linton, you watch your mouth! Who are you calling a mad dog?"

Annabelle wasn’t about to fall into her trap. She smiled and said, "You. You’re the mad dog."

Yvonne Miller was so furious at Annabelle’s words that her teeth itched. She couldn’t stop herself from cursing, "You really are a natural-born slut. A vile spawn born from a slut."

Annabelle Linton looked at Yvonne Miller.

Her eyes were deep and heavy, as bottomless as the vast cosmos or a fathomless abyss, and they radiated an unnerving cold.

Yvonne Miller felt a chill run down her spine from that gaze.

"A vile spawn born from a slut?"

Annabelle watched her for a moment before closing the document in her hand. Her expression was blank, but the corner of her mouth curved into an amused arc. "Oh? Are you, Miss... Liu, referring to me? In that case, why don’t you tell me who this ’slut’ is, and who this ’vile spawn’ is? Hmm?"

She hadn’t deigned to argue at first, but then Annabelle suddenly remembered something.