Remarriage Failed Again Today

Holy crap. Are all women who look this noble and elegant so lethal these days?

How terrifying!

And yet, looking at Annabelle Linton, they didn’t see a shrew or a lunatic.

All they saw was someone wild, domineering, dazzlingly cool, and full of swagger!

Holy shit, she was so cool! So unbelievably cool!

Stars were practically shooting from Xylas Shepherd’s eyes.

But as shockingly cool as Annabelle Linton looked, Vivian Yates was a complete mess, without even the strength to fight back.

With a powerful shoulder throw, Annabelle Linton slammed Vivian Yates to the ground, where she landed flat on her back.

Annabelle Linton stared down at her, her frigid eyes revealing complete indifference, without a single ripple of emotion.

’So you want to put on a show, is that it? You thought I wouldn’t dare touch you?’

’Fine. I’ll just have to kill her, then!’

’My child, my life, my entire future—all destroyed at the hands of this woman.’

’Right now, if someone handed me a gun, I could put ten bullets in her without even blinking!’

Cold. A biting, bone-chilling cold.

Hate. A hatred that seeped into her very bones.

’Today is just the beginning.’

’From now on, anyone who dares to cross me will regret the day they were ever born!’

Exuding an icy aura, Annabelle Linton slowly approached Vivian Yates and crouched down in front of her.

She glanced at the numerous wounds on Vivian Yates’s body, then coldly gripped her chin. A deadly smile spread across her lips, as bewitching and heartless as a blooming poppy.

Annabelle Linton chuckled softly, her slightly hoarse voice laced with a casual ruthlessness that seemed to suffocate the entire hospital room.

She jerked Vivian Yates’s face upward, forcing her to meet her gaze, and chuckled. "Vivian Yates, do you really think this is over?"

Her previously mild expression was now steeped in a boundless chill. "No, it’s not over. If I recall correctly, this isn’t the only score we have to settle."

Struggling with the last of her strength, Vivian Yates hissed weakly, "Annabelle... Linton... what is it you want!"

"What do I want?"

’I’d like to know that myself. But before anything else, revenge must be had, right?’

Annabelle Linton repeated the question softly, the smile on her lips widening inch by inch as she said lightly, "What could I want? I’m just here to collect everything you owe me from the past."

Vivian Yates’s eyes widened in terror. As she remembered all the things she’d done, the color drained from her face.

"What goes around, comes around. Sooner or later, you have to pay your dues. Surely you understand a principle as simple as that, Miss Yates, hmm?"

Annabelle Linton chuckled again. "But... since we both know what’s what, you’d better watch your step from now on. Don’t give me any dirt to use against you, or else..."

She paused, the icy smile on her lips growing even colder. Though her words were for Vivian Yates, her gaze was fixed on Leona Grant. "Or else, I will destroy you, no matter the cost, and leave you in a state where you can’t live, but you can’t die. A life worse than death!"

With that, Annabelle Linton violently shoved Vivian Yates aside and stormed out of the hospital room without a backward glance.

The moment the door slammed shut behind her, the smile on Annabelle Linton’s lips vanished instantly.

She slammed her fist hard against the wall, an icy light glinting in her eyes.

’Damn it, that bitch really did have this all planned out!’

’I know Vivian Yates too well. She won’t make a move unless she’s at least ninety percent sure of the outcome!’

’Making her kneel just now was partly for revenge, but it was also a test.’

’If it was just about playing the saint in front of Leona Grant, she wouldn’t have committed to kneeling like that.’

’So, what is her real objective?’

’None of this happened in my past life. I have no idea what Vivian Yates is planning to do next.’