Remarriage Failed Again Today

Vivian Yates smiled and said gently, "I’m fine, cousin. I just bumped it."

"Heh."

Leona Grant let out a cryptic scoff. It was unclear what he meant, but whatever it was, the sound made Vivian Yates uneasy.

"Have you eaten? If not, come join us," Annabelle Linton said warmly.

"Okay, thank you, cousin."

Vivian Yates sat down, and the servants brought her a bowl and chopsticks.

Leona Grant watched her with a detached expression.

’How ridiculous. She obviously hates Annabelle Linton, yet every other word is "cousin." I wonder if she even disgusts herself while she eats.’

’...Either way, I’m disgusted.’

Leona Grant put down his chopsticks and said to Annabelle Linton, "I’m going back to work."

Annabelle Linton hummed her assent.

Having also lost her appetite, Ashley Grant left as well.

After the brother and sister left, the atmosphere at the dinner table lightened considerably. Annabelle Linton kept putting food onto Annabelle Ainsworth’s plate.

On the surface, Vivian Yates was beaming with joy, but inwardly, she sneered, ’What an idiot.’

After dinner, Annabelle Linton tended to her wound again, applying a fresh dressing.

It was a serious wound. When the gauze was removed, her forehead was covered in blood, and the cut was visibly deep.

Annabelle Linton asked sympathetically, "How did this happen? It looks so bad."

"It’s nothing. I just wasn’t looking where I was going and walked into a pillar," Vivian Yates replied with a smile. "I was on my phone and didn’t see it."

Annabelle Linton frowned. "Does it hurt?"

"Thank you, cousin. I’m fine. I can handle a small wound like this."

Annabelle Linton sighed, her voice laced with pain. "Janie, you’re my only sister. You have to take care of yourself, all right? Especially not on my watch..."

Vivian Yates couldn’t help but sneer inwardly at her words.

’I knew it. Annabelle Linton really cares about Annabelle Ainsworth. Looks like impersonating her was the right call after all...’

’Oh, Annabelle Ainsworth, Annabelle Ainsworth, your death was so perfectly timed. Not only are you free from your suffering, but you’re also helping me...’

Just as Vivian Yates was lost in thought, Annabelle Linton handed her two capsules and a glass of water. "Here, take this medicine. You have a wound on your forehead, so don’t take a shower today, or it’ll get infected."

"Oh, okay." Vivian Yates took the pills and swallowed them down in one gulp.

Annabelle Linton watched her, a flicker of light passing through her eyes, gone in a flash...

After she finished the water, Vivian Yates put down the glass and said to Annabelle Linton, "I’m a little tired, cousin. I think I’ll head up. You get some rest too..."

"Okay."

Afterward, Annabelle Linton went for a walk outside before returning to her room to rest.

Sitting on her bed, she fell into deep thought.

’There’s definitely something wrong with this "Annabelle Ainsworth"...’

’First, the real Annabelle Ainsworth is severely allergic to amoxicillin capsules. Meaning, she would immediately break out in a red rash after taking one.’

’That’s why she was always so resistant to taking medication and would always read the instructions carefully before taking anything.’

’In my past life, it made her treatment much more complicated... We were afraid she might be allergic to other capsules as well...’

’But just now, "Annabelle Ainsworth" took the pill without a moment’s hesitation. And it was amoxicillin...’

’What’s more, she’s also allergic to cilantro. When I was helping in the kitchen earlier... I had cilantro, chopped very finely, added to every single dish tonight... "Annabelle Ainsworth" ate everything without any reaction.’

’And the most important point—because of her physical condition, she always had to take an hour-long walk after dinner. Otherwise, she couldn’t sleep...’