Chapter 734: Annabelle, Is This the Life You Wanted?

Chapter 734: Chapter 734: Annabelle, Is This the Life You Wanted?

Annabelle Linton shoved her chair back, grabbed the medicine, and stormed out. She couldn’t stand to be there for another minute!

Vivian Yates watched her leave, a smile playing on her lips.

’Annabelle Linton, I bet you never thought this day would come!’

’No rush. The day you finally die, I’m going to laugh. Laugh my head off!’

’But I wonder what Annabelle Linton is up to right now?’

Recalling the ashen look on Annabelle Linton’s face as she left, Vivian Yates felt a thrill of satisfaction.

’Let’s go take a look!’

The weather was poor, the sky overcast and gloomy.

Annabelle Linton walked down the street in a daze, moving mechanically, like a zombie.

’How much longer does this have to go on?’

’I really don’t know.’

’Am I going to die? Can I hold on until Leona Grant finds the antidote? What will Leona Grant do after I die?’

As she mulled over one thing after another, Annabelle Linton felt as if a hole had been torn in her heart. Blood gushed from the wound, and all she could do was feel the pain. She was powerless, numb to everything else.

Rain soon began to fall, but Annabelle Linton, lost in her daze, didn’t notice. She just kept walking, silent and still...

Pedestrians ran for cover or quickened their pace, but she alone continued to walk, oblivious.

But she didn’t notice a pair of devoted eyes fixed on her from behind, or the footsteps that followed her.

’She’s gotten thinner.’

Her complexion was much worse, too. Rain streamed down her face, but he knew she was crying—her eyes were red.

’Didn’t she always claim to love that other man? Then why is she crying?’

They hadn’t seen each other in months. He had come to see her under a different identity, but he never expected to find her in such a state.

’Just as I thought. Lying to myself was pointless. She’s not happy at all.’

Annabelle Linton stopped under a tree and finally broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.

’I really can’t go on like this.’

’Every day, hearing Leona Grant tell me not to leave him... it feels like a knife twisting in my heart.’

’In a hazy memory, I recall reading in that file... In my past life, I died, and Leona Grant killed himself to follow me.’

’Looking at how things are now, that seems entirely possible.’

’If Leona Grant is going to kill himself after I die, then is there any point in enduring all this? In hurting him this way?’

’But if I do nothing, I’ll be dead in three or four months, and both our lives will be over.’

’I don’t care about myself, but Leona Grant can’t die.’

’If Leona Grant dies, Grandpa... the entire Grant Family will be ruined...’

At the thought of her impossible dilemma, Annabelle Linton cried even harder.

But as she cried, she realized this was getting her nowhere.

’Wasting away like this is just a waste of time.’

’Either I confess everything to Leona Grant and we face this together, live or die as one.’

’Or I leave him as soon as possible and go find the antidote. If I find it, he lives. If I can’t, then we’ll die together.’

’At least I will have tried.’

’Between those two choices, anyone would pick the second one.’

Annabelle Linton’s mind was made up. She had to leave Leona Grant. She had to find the antidote!

’Yes, yes, that’s what I have to do!’

Annabelle Linton shot to her feet and turned to run, but she immediately crashed into something.

A pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her.

A strikingly familiar scent washed over her, and Annabelle Linton froze—

A thousand memories flashed before her eyes as she forced herself to look up.

The man’s cold gaze fell upon her as he finally spoke. "Annabelle, is this the life you wanted?"

’To leave me, be with that other man, only to spend your days in tears.’

Looking at the familiar figure, Annabelle Linton’s composure shattered in an instant.