'That idiot. He's still running a fever, and now he's hurting himself like this.'
And it was all because of her. Annabelle Linton's tears wouldn't stop falling.
Leona Grant was drinking mindlessly when a hand suddenly patted him lightly on the back.
"Leona, stop drinking. You can't keep going like this. Please, stop..."
Leona Grant looked up at her, stunned for a moment. Then, he shoved her away with brute force and couldn't help but roar, "Go! Just go! Isn't Aaron Wyatt the only one in your heart? What are you doing back here? Go! I don't need your pity!"
Hearing his words from a distance, Annabelle Linton felt as if her heart were being torn to shreds.
The tears streamed down her face again. She wiped at them frantically, but they just wouldn't stop.
Vivian Yates watched Leona Grant, and a triumphant glint flashed in her eyes.
