"Okay." Annabelle gave him a faint smile, then lowered her gaze and continued to eat, her face devoid of any other expression. "We’ll make ti to go look at houses in a couple of days."
’Looks like once Leona Grant is discharged in a couple of days, I should talk to Grandpa about moving out.’
Aaron Wyatt couldn’t help but smile when he heard Annabelle agree.
He placed a piece of food on her plate, then asked as if he had just rembered sothing, "Annabelle, is he still in the hospital?"
"Who?"
"You know, him."
Aaron Wyatt looked at her, his lips pursed and his clear eyes filled with worry. "When I ca to the hospital earlier, the nurse at the front desk told he was admitted. She said he specifically requested you to take care of him. He hasn’t done anything to you, has he?"
That one question wounded Leona Grant to the core.
In that instant, all his anger, jealousy, and frustration were doused as if by a bucket of cold water.
’He hasn’t done anything to you, has he...’
’He hasn’t done anything to you, has he?!’
’What could he possibly do to her to make them so guarded?!’
Leona Grant desperately wanted to kick the door down, barge in, and demand to know what unforgivable cri he had committed to make them so wary of him!
But in the end... his feet wouldn’t move an inch.
Their calm expressions made him realize that if he went in, he would just be humiliating himself, a ridiculous and unreasonable disruption.
Fragnts of the past coalesced into fleeting, uncertain suspicions.
’Maybe... I really did do sothing to hurt her?’
He wasn’t sure himself.
Leona Grant stood rooted to the spot. He clearly saw Annabelle feed Aaron Wyatt a bite of rice, and then her indifferent face was instantly filled with disgust and impatience.
She frowned and said, "Let’s just eat when we’re eating. Don’t keep bringing up such unappetizing topics."
’Unappetizing...’
A pang shot through his chest. Leona Grant stood there for a mont, then forlornly turned and began to walk away in a daze.
A self-mocking smile touched his lips. ’Since when did I beco such an "unappetizing" topic in her eyes?’
When Chase saw the instant coldness that washed over Young Master Grant’s face, his heart ached for him.
’All this ti, I’ve seen how the Young Master feels about his wife.’
’What she just said... was truly harsh.’
’But compared to all the wrongs she suffered in the past, this is nothing...’
’Sigh...’
Chase followed silently behind Leona Grant when a doctor suddenly appeared in their path.
’Hmm... she’s wearing a doctor’s coat, but she seems different from his wife.’
"Young Master Grant, are you feeling better?" Faye Sheffield asked with concern, looking at Leona Grant with a delicate air.
Leona Grant shot her a cool, expressionless glance.
Faye Sheffield’s heart hamred in her chest from his gaze.
’This is the first ti Leona Grant has ever really looked at !’
Faye Sheffield licked her lips and said with a beaming smile, "I’d heard you were in the hospital, Young Master Grant, and I’ve been wanting to visit, but I could never seem to find you. I’m so glad I finally ran into you today."
Leona Grant’s cold, deep eyes—like barren pools—swept over her, revealing nothing but utter indifference.
He gave a cold smirk. He didn’t have the energy to deal with this kind of trash.
Not deigning to give her another glance, he strode forward.
A little embarrassed but unwilling to give up, Faye Sheffield called out to Leona Grant’s tall, imposing back, "Young Master Grant, have you forgotten ? It’s Faye Sheffield! I’m good friends with Vivian."
’Faye Sheffield...’
Leona Grant narrowed his eyes, quickly running the na through his mind.
His steps halted.
’No wonder her face looked so damn punchable. So it’s her.’
’She was the one who sent that photo of Annabelle and Aaron Wyatt embracing.’
A frosty, chilling light slowly spread through Leona Grant’s otherwise placid eyes.
When Faye Sheffield saw Leona Grant stop, she assud he rembered her and hurried over imdiately.
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