Although Leona Grant’s parents never said anything explicitly, their distant attitude and the subtle rejection and sarcasm between the lines said it all.
What’s more, in her past life, Leona Grant had also taken their side and looked on indifferently, which was like rubbing salt in her wound.
As a result, Leona Grant’s parents held no fondness for her, which laid the groundwork for what happened in her previous life: when Vivian Yates frad her, nobody believed her.
Thinking about it now, Annabelle Linton realized just how foolish her past self had been.
In her previous life, she had always lived by the principle of "I won’t bother you if you don’t bother ." She never imagined that while a man may have no intention of harming a tiger, the tiger has every intention of harming the man.
HONK—
A car horn blared as a vehicle stopped perfectly in front of her.
When Leona Grant pulled up, the first thing he saw was Annabelle Linton, her gaze lowered.
She just stood there quietly, tuning everything and everyone else out, looking partly lonely, partly helpless.
The car window slid down slowly, revealing Vivian Yates’s face.
Vivian Yates’s eyes discreetly swept over Annabelle Linton from head to toe. Seeing that she was empty-handed, the corners of her lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.
She quickly got out of the car, grabbed Annabelle Linton’s hand affectionately, and said in a sweet, gentle voice, "Annabelle, Uncle and Aunt are back in the country today. Let’s go welco them together."
Annabelle Linton glanced at the gently smiling woman before her.
Vivian Yates was very thin, about as thin as Annabelle herself, with a sharp, delicate chin. She always had a smile on her face. Lively, clever, and a sweet-talker, she always knew just what to say to please others—the kind of person it was hard to dislike.
In her previous life, she too had been blinded by this hypocritical facade. She had treated Vivian as her best friend, telling her everything, both good and bad. Lacking a mind of her own, she’d hung on Vivian’s every word.
Little did she know, it was her own ignorance that had ruined her life.
Annabelle Linton coolly shook her hand free and said flatly, "I have sothing else to do. Don’t mind , you two go ahead."
Vivian Yates glanced at the hand that had been shaken off, looking as if she had been terribly wronged. Tears welled up in her eyes as she said in that sa gentle voice, "Annabelle... are you still upset about what happened the other day? It was just a misunderstanding, I can explain... But Uncle and Aunt are back today. Let’s not cause a scene, okay?"
The way she could start crying at the drop of a hat truly made it seem as though Annabelle Linton was bullying her.
"What misunderstanding?" Annabelle Linton watched her, her gaze cool. "I have no idea what you’re thinking, Miss Yates, constantly bringing this up. You fell on your own that day. I tried to pull you up, but I couldn’t hold on. What does your fall have to do with ? And you, on the other hand, you keep repeating—overtly and subtly—that my husband doesn’t believe , that he’s wronged . What are you trying to do, rub salt in my wounds over and over?"
Vivian Yates grew frantic. It wasn’t because she was afraid of Annabelle Linton getting angry, but because she was afraid that Leona Grant would misunderstand her...
Tears instantly stread down her face. "I didn’t..." she sobbed. "Annabelle, please believe , I really didn’t an it like that! I was just worried that you and Leona still had a misunderstanding... You know I would never hurt you..."
’She wouldn’t hurt ? Hah.’
In her previous life, Vivian had used the exact sa excuse. On the surface, she was desperately trying to explain herself, but if you listened closely to her words, wasn’t every single sentence, both overtly and subtly, ant to pin the bla on her?
By saying Annabelle was still stewing over what happened, she was implying she was petty. By telling her not to "cause a scene," she was painting her as aggressive and unable to recognize what was truly important.
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