Remarriage Failed Again Today

Wait.

A single word, yet it revealed so much.

Faced with this situation, Annabelle Linton had thought of every possible solution, considered every possible person.

Undeniably.

When this happened, the first person who came to mind was Leona Grant. But she knew she couldn’t go to him.

Because she knew he was waiting for her...

’If he wanted to help, he would have done so long ago. But now, he was waiting.’

’Waiting for what?’

Annabelle Linton knew all too well.

She leaned against the wall, her gaze lowered. She turned her face away, refusing to look at him, but she didn’t leave either.

Leona Grant sneered. "Where’s your husband? Hmm? Annabelle Linton?"

He forced her face toward him, his own a mask of unruly arrogance and derision. "Weren’t you the one who kept saying you were going to marry him? That you would leave with him forever, and even go on a honeymoon? So where is he now?"

"From the moment you got sick and collapsed until now, he hasn’t even shown his face. This is the kind of man you want to be with? This is the kind of man you want to marry? This man... how can you expect me to rest easy handing you over to him, huh?!"

Leona Grant stared at her, his face a mask of fury. His words seemed to gloat over her misfortune, but in reality, they were a tangled mess of love, hate, and overwhelming heartache.

He ached for her, ached to see her suffering so much!

He was furious—furious at her stubborn pride!

Furious that she would suffer so much and still not come to him!

Her precious little brother was in trouble.

She would rather endure the disdain of others, waiting for hours under the scorching sun. She would rather collapse in the gloomy, pouring rain. Who knows how many times she had cried in secret.

’She’s clearly at the end of her rope, yet she still won’t turn to me?’

’Fine, I couldn’t get to see her, whatever. But what the hell was that just now?’

’She knows today is the deadline, and she still wasn’t going to ask me for help?’

’Well done, Annabelle Linton!’

’You’re just fantastic!’

’You can swallow all your pride and dignity for others, but you absolutely refuse to come to me. Am I that repulsive to you? Is that it?’

Leona Grant moved closer, his warm breath fanning wantonly across her face with suggestive intimacy.

He grabbed her chin, his expression blank as he forced her to meet his gaze. He let out a cold, contemptuous sneer, but upon seeing her pale face, he couldn’t stop himself from growling, "Speak! What is it about a man like that? What’s so good about him that you had to trick me into a divorce and then couldn’t wait to run off with him, hmm? Tell me!"

’Right.’

’So, any man without his money and status isn’t a real man? Is that it? I’m not allowed to be with someone like that?’

’Aaron Wyatt might not have his money or status, but I can see how hard he works!’

’When Ryan got into trouble, he worried endlessly and had to grovel just as much.’

This was also why she refused to ask him for help...

’So, if you don’t have money, if you don’t have power, you deserve to be a laughingstock? Is that what you think?’

Annabelle Linton’s eyes reddened in an instant. She let out a cold sneer of her own. "Who do you think you are, ordering me around like this?"

"All my misfortune, all my misery—it’s all just a reason for you to gloat and mock me, isn’t it? Leona Grant, what right do you have to come here and lecture me? To stand here and laugh at me? What the fuck does any of this have to do with you?"

"You—"

’He knew it.’

’He knew this woman would never appreciate him coming here in person!’

At that moment, Leona Grant was thankful a hundred times over that he had resisted the impulse to seek her out before. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even have this chance to negotiate!

"You still dare to talk back!"

"And what if I do? I’ll do as I please. It’s none of your business."

"If I don’t look after you, who will!"

Annabelle Linton almost laughed out loud. "You must have too much time on your hands. Why don’t you get lost?"

"Fine, but I’m taking you with me!"

Annabelle Linton: "..."