Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Let’s Get Divorced 4
Annabelle Linton was flung into a corner, her stomach slamming against the wall. Her face went white with pain.
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in her heart. Tears streamed down Annabelle Linton’s face as she screamed hysterically, "Leona, that bitch isn’t pregnant with your child at all! She’s trying to frame me! Grandpa is in the hospital, and now she wants to hurt him too—she just admitted it herself! Leona, you can’t let her get away with this! You have to believe me!"
However, Leona Grant only laughed coldly, not believing a word she said.
Vivian Yates also just watched coldly, as if looking at a clown.
Annabelle Linton closed her eyes in despair, her heart aching until it felt numb.
She stood up, resolutely wiped away her tears, and said firmly, "Fine. Since you don’t believe me, I’ll prove it to you!"
A sharp glint flashed in her eyes. She recklessly charged at Vivian Yates again. "Bitch, say what you just said one more time! If you don’t, I won’t let you off today!"
But before she could even touch her, Leona Grant disgustedly threw her aside again. "That’s enough, Annabelle Linton! How long are you going to keep up this madness?!"
THUD!
A harsh impact rang out. Annabelle Linton’s head slammed hard against the wall, leaving a bloody gash on her forehead!
She slid weakly down the wall. A large pool of blood seeped out from under her pants, instantly staining the floor!
Leona Grant was stunned by this sudden turn of events. He froze for a few seconds, then rushed over to help her up. "Annabelle Linton!"
Annabelle Linton was losing consciousness. Her eyes were vacant, and her voice was as faint as a thread. "I hate... you all..."
Watching this scene unfold, Leona Grant’s heart ached. It hurt so, so much—a pain that felt all too real.
He watched it all, wanting to wake up, but he couldn’t.
The dream was filled with the image of Annabelle Linton, her eyes wide open, lying in a pool of blood. Her gaze was empty, devoid of any light.
Her words, "I hate you all," echoed endlessly in his ears, impossible to shake.
Her face was ashen, filled with deep resentment.
She had died just like that. Killed by his own hand. And he had killed their child, too. She couldn’t rest in peace...
...
Under the oxygen mask, Leona Grant’s eyes were tightly shut. He unconsciously whispered a name, "Annabelle Linton."
Hearing the faint call, Chase looked over at a dazed Ashley Grant in surprise and said uncertainly, "Second Miss, I think the President is waking up."
Ashley Grant didn’t react.
Chase called out a few more times, "Second Miss? Second Miss?"
"Huh? What is it?" Ashley Grant snapped back to her senses.
"The President seems to be waking up. He just said his wife’s name."
"Hm?"
Ashley Grant hurried over and sat before Leona Grant. "Brother, are you awake?"
Leona Grant’s fingers twitched.
Ashley Grant gave Chase a look. Chase pressed the call bell and also went to check on Annabelle Linton in the next room.
They had been brought in by the same ambulance, so of course their rooms were next to each other. But his sister-in-law hadn’t come to see him even once.
Even though she knew he had been shot three times.
But Ashley Grant didn’t blame Annabelle Linton. She really couldn’t bring herself to.
You reap what you sow, and the pain her sister-in-law had endured was far more severe than this.
Leona Grant’s eyes fluttered open hazily, his gaze vacant. "Annabelle Linton... where are you..."
’I don’t believe she’s dead. I can’t let her die. If she dies, what’s the point of me living?’
"Sister-in-law..." Ashley Grant started to say, but stopped. "Brother, how are you feeling?"
Leona Grant mustered all his strength to grab Ashley Grant’s hand. He was completely delirious, yet he stubbornly remembered one person’s name with perfect clarity. "Annabelle Linton..."
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