On her way back, she happened to find Vivian Yates collapsed on the ground due to complications with her pregnancy.
She had collapsed right at her front door.
So ti ago, she’d gotten drunk and accidentally crashed into Vivian Yates’s car, leaving Vivian seriously injured. When Leona Grant found out, he had kicked her out of the Grant Family.
’I haven’t seen her in so long. I wonder how she’s doing.’
Seeing Vivian Yates on the ground, she felt a surge of panic and quickly brought her into her small, damp house.
She got her first-aid kit to check on her and discovered that Vivian was pregnant.
A wave of complicated emotions washed over her.
’Whose child could she be carrying?’
Annabelle Linton’s first thought was that it had to be Leona Grant’s.
’A selfish part of her wanted to just leave her there, but a child’s life was at stake.’
Besides, she was pregnant herself.
Before being thrown out of the Grant Family ho, a drunk Leona Grant had taken her once, and she had gotten pregnant as a result.
She just never had the chance to tell him before the drunk driving incident with Vivian Yates happened, leading to her expulsion from the Grant Family.
She looked at Vivian Yates.
’If I save Vivian,’ she thought, ’maybe she’ll help arrange a eting with Leona Grant?’
’Leona Grant is the father; he has a right to know about the child.’
She looked at Vivian Yates guiltily. ’I don’t want to use you, but I’m at the end of my rope.’
After much hesitation, she got so pills for Vivian Yates to take and then went to brew her so herbal dicine.
What she didn’t know was that while she was brewing the dicine, Vivian Yates had swallowed a pill and sent a text ssage to Leona Grant.
"Leona, Annabelle is trying to kill our baby! Hurry and save !"
She finished brewing the dicine and began to feed it to Vivian Yates, hoping she would recover quickly.
But after just one spoonful, Vivian Yates suddenly SPAT out a mouthful of blood, splattering it all over Annabelle’s hands.
She froze, completely stunned, with no idea what had just happened.
Just then, Leona Grant burst in.
His eyes imdiately fell on Vivian Yates coughing up blood, and on Annabelle.
Annabelle was still holding the bowl of dicine, making it look exactly as if she had been forcing sothing down Vivian’s throat.
Without a word, Leona Grant slapped her across the face, his expression as cold as ice. "Annabelle Linton, how dare you harm Vivian! If anything happens to her, I’ll make you pay!"
With that, he scooped up Vivian Yates and ran out.
She watched it all unfold in a daze, unable to understand what she had done wrong.
That afternoon, a group of n showed up at her door, accusing her of killing Vivian Yates’s child.
She explained frantically, her voice raw with desperation, but no one would believe her.
The n burned down her house and dragged her before Leona Grant.
Leona Grant wouldn’t even look at her as he dragged her to the basent door.
He said to her, "Annabelle Linton, you killed my child. I won’t spare you! From this day forward, you’ll spend the rest of your life in here, atoning for the child you murdered!"
She scread in terror and explained hysterically, but Leona Grant just coldly locked her in the basent with his own two hands.
「The scene shifted.」
Vivian Yates appeared before her, telling her it was all a conspiracy.
Annabelle tried to strike her, but Leona Grant suddenly appeared and flung her against the wall.
She cried as she explained, but they wouldn’t believe her.
Furious, she tried to force Vivian Yates to tell the truth, but before she could even touch her, Leona Grant flung her against the wall again.
Her head slamd against the wall, and she slid limply to the floor.
Her child... was gone...
Annabelle Linton instantly felt as if she had lost everything. Her baby had been killed by the man she loved most. Her heart ached, a pain so intense, so sharp.
It was a pain that shattered her heart into a million pieces, a bloody, mangled ss that could never be put back together...
"Leona, believe ! Please, believe ! I was frad! I didn’t kill the baby!"
Annabelle Linton suddenly scread, her voice hysterical, helpless, and utterly desperate.
"Annabelle. Annabelle, wake up." Leona Grant stood by the bed, urgently shaking her, wondering what terrible nightmare she was having.
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