Chapter 735: What on Earth Should We Do in the Future?

Chapter 735: Chapter 735: What on Earth Should We Do in the Future?

Annabelle Linton was keenly aware of their relationship. She pushed him away, intending to leave.

But Aaron Wyatt held her close, his voice low. "Don’t hold it in anymore, Annabelle. Just let it out and cry."

Hearing this, Annabelle Linton could no longer hold back and burst into tears.

She had been holding on for so long, so long that the mere thought of it all made her heart clench.

Before this moment, she had desperately wanted to collapse into someone’s arms and just cry, regardless of who it was. But it seemed there was no one.

As Aaron Wyatt held her, his own heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless steel needles, the wounds reopening and bleeding freely.

He loathed the hand fate had dealt them, loathed the family feud that stood between him and Annabelle Linton.

He had sworn over and over that he would never hurt Annabelle Linton, but what scar on her wasn’t one he had inflicted?

’Leona Grant was poisoned. That’s why she’s so heartbroken, isn’t it?’

He knew everything, but what could he do?

’I should have taken her away back then. She wouldn’t be in so much pain now.’

’But what good would that have done?’

’In the end, she still would have been hurt.’

The relationship between him and Annabelle Linton couldn’t be summed up in a few words. There was too much helplessness, too many unspoken truths that formed a colossal barrier between them. He desperately wanted to cast aside that barrier, to abandon everything and just hold her.

Annabelle Linton cried for a while before she dazedly realized something.

’Why is Aaron Wyatt here? What is he doing?’

Remembering the virus she carried, Annabelle Linton instinctively tried to distance herself from everyone.

But after only two steps, she bumped into someone running toward her to get out of the rain. She felt a sudden rush of blood to her head and passed out. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

A flash of alarm crossed Aaron Wyatt’s eyes as he immediately caught her.

He shook her by the shoulders, his voice filled with worry. "Annabelle? Annabelle?"

Annabelle Linton didn’t respond.

Looking at her haggard face, the worry and heartache on Aaron Wyatt’s were plain to see.

He scooped her up and rushed toward his car.

CLICK. CLICK. Vivian Yates snapped photos, a smile spreading across her face.

With a light tap of her finger, she sent them to Leona Grant.

’Annabelle Linton, didn’t you say Leona Grant wouldn’t let you leave?’

’Well, I’m helping you now. Make sure you seize this opportunity. You’re welcome.’

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「In the hotel.」

By evening, Annabelle Linton still hadn’t woken up.

Aaron Wyatt had called a doctor earlier, who said Annabelle Linton just had a cold and a fever, and that her constitution was rather weak.

After placing a cool cloth on her forehead and setting up her IV drip, he leaned against the headboard and gazed down at her, watching her for the entire afternoon.

They had separated several months ago.

In truth, even when they were married, even when they were dating, he had always known they were impossible.

He had always been with her, clinging to a sliver of wishful thinking, never expecting that reality would come crashing down at the last second.

The memories of their time together were like an unfinished dream—still vivid, yet impossibly distant.

His time with Annabelle Linton had been the happiest of his life.

Even now, the memory of it was something he yearned for.

But in the end, those days were stolen. He had always known they wouldn’t last, that she had never truly been his.

But that’s just how people are; even the smallest glimmer of hope is enough to make you indulge in fantasy.

Now, the dream was over, but he still didn’t regret having dreamt it.

’The road ahead will only get harder...’

At these thoughts, Aaron Wyatt’s heart ached for her.

’Annabelle, what are we going to do?’

...

Leona Grant saw the message from Vivian Yates when he woke up. The sky was already dark.