Chapter 268: Chapter 268: Let’s Get a Divorce 2
Annabelle Linton bit her lip hard and roughly wiped her tears away.
’No. I can’t let my baby see me this weak.’
A woman may be weak, but a mother is strong. She had her child with her; there was no reason to feel aggrieved.
CLANG—
The iron door swung open, and the woman delivering the meal walked in, a look of disgust on her face.
"Time to eat, time to eat! Annabelle Linton, why don’t you just drop dead? Having to bring you food every day is such a curse!" The maid walked in, pinching her nose, her voice shrill. She slammed the food onto the table with a terrible attitude.
Seeing the maid about to leave, Annabelle Linton quickly grabbed her. "Please, what’s happening outside? How did Vivian Yates’s child die? Have they found the killer?"
The maid shot her a look of disgust and violently wrenched her hand away. "Who the fuck are you trying to fool, Annabelle Linton? Everyone saw you kill Miss Yates’s child. The whole world knows, and you’re still playing innocent? You’re a real ’white lotus,’ a scheming bitch!"
Annabelle Linton gritted her teeth and shouted at her, "I didn’t do it! I didn’t kill her child! Someone is trying to frame me!"
"Tsk, tsk. Look at this performance. Still keeping up the act?" The maid shook her head sarcastically. "Too bad your act is useless. You’re being sent to the police station tomorrow. It’s an order from the Young Master. The wicked get what they deserve, and you’ve brought this on yourself. Pah! Annabelle Linton, you had it coming!"
After speaking, the maid spat viciously at Annabelle Linton and left in a rage.
Annabelle Linton stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.
The police station...
’...Sent to the police station tomorrow?’
Annabelle Linton’s pupils constricted. She began to pound desperately on the door. "Someone! Help me! I’ve been framed! Please, believe me!"
"Leona Grant, let me out! You have no right to lock me in here! I didn’t kill Vivian Yates’s child! Let me out!"
Annabelle Linton pounded on the door and shouted all day, but no one answered.
But she didn’t give up. If she was sent to the police station, it would be over for her—utterly and completely over.
"Leona Grant, I was framed! I didn’t want to kill Vivian Yates’s child! Someone is trying to set me up! Come out and listen to my explanation!"
"Let me out! Leona Grant, you have no right to keep me locked in here! Let me out!"
"Leona... I’m begging you, please let me out. I’m carrying our child. Are you really willing to stand by and watch him suffer, too? He’s the only heir to the Grant Family bloodline! The child is innocent!"
"Leona Grant!"
Annabelle Linton screamed, completely breaking down, her cries turning into choked sobs. "Leona Grant, let me out!"
"Out?" Vivian Yates stood in the doorway, a mocking look on her face. "Things have already gotten to this point, and you still expect to get out? That’s hilarious!"
Annabelle Linton was clearly stunned. A flash of jealousy and hatred flared in her eyes before she quickly suppressed it. "Vivian Yates, I was framed. I didn’t kill your child; someone set me up! Don’t you want to find the person who really killed your baby? For the sake of us growing up together, help me see Leona. We can work together to find the real culprit!"
"See her?" Vivian Yates scoffed. "You killed my child. Why on earth would I help you?"
Annabelle Linton clenched her fists and said, reining in her anger, "The fetus-preserving medicine I sent over that day—I brewed it with my own two hands. There couldn’t have been anything wrong with it. Someone is trying to frame me, and they wanted to harm your child! Please, help me. If you just help me see Leona, I swear I’ll help you find the killer! Just help me, and I’ll do anything you ask!"
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