Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 190 - 189: Like a Marionette

"Young Master Grant, why did you hit me!"

Faye Sheffield clutched her face, looking at Leona Grant with teary eyes as she shouted, refusing to give up, "Everything I said is true! If you don’t believe me, you can investigate it! Just check if that bitch Annabelle Linton has ever done anything to wrong you! You’ll know once you look into it!"

SLAP! SLAP!

Two more slaps landed.

Faye Sheffield’s face was knocked askew, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

The doctors and nurses walking up and down the hallway didn’t even dare to look in their direction.

Chase glanced at Faye Sheffield, rolling his eyes so hard they nearly disappeared into his head.

’I’ve really never met such a stupid woman in my entire life.’

’No matter how bad his wife might be, are you really the one to shout it in public like this? Some people really won’t cry until they see their own coffin.’

After delivering four slaps, his own hand was starting to ache.

Still, it felt good to have hit her. Who told her to curse our madam, anyway?

Leona Grant glanced at Faye Sheffield’s face, the corner of his lip twitching into a cold sneer.

He walked forward, his expression blank, and uttered the cruelest of words in the most nonchalant tone, "I don’t want to see this face ever again. Ruin it for me."

Whether it was the last time Annabelle Linton was hospitalized or this time, he had heard her insult Annabelle Linton countless times.

He didn’t have that much patience.

His woman—no one was allowed to say a single bad word about her except for him!

Faye Sheffield stared in utter shock at Leona Grant’s cold, retreating back.

Ruin... ruin... ruin...

Ruin it!

Not ruin her, but ruin her face! 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The terror was so great that Faye Sheffield fainted.

...

Leona Grant sat in the hospital room. He didn’t go anywhere, just sat there quietly.

Annabelle Linton didn’t come back that night.

Carla King’s father’s condition had taken a turn the previous night, so Annabelle Linton had stood with several other doctors, studying treatment plans until midnight.

By the time they finished, it was already the early hours of the morning.

Mrs. King and Carla King were very insistent, pressing Annabelle Linton to stay the night.

Annabelle Linton was exhausted, so she decided to stay there.

The next day, Annabelle Linton went to work early.

Passing by the congee shop she often frequented, she stood motionless, her expression blank as she watched the people inside.

After standing there for a long time, she finally went in and bought a serving of congee.

’Just endure it. Endure it until he’s discharged from the hospital.’

’Otherwise, if he releases that video, this entire week of perseverance will have been for nothing.’

Annabelle Linton sighed, her heart heavy, and walked toward the inpatient wing.

’Even after being reborn, I’m still living such a mediocre, constrained life.’

’I don’t know how much longer it’ll be like this. This aimless life makes my entire existence feel gray and bleak.’

Before she knew it, she had arrived at Leona Grant’s hospital room.

Annabelle Linton stood before the door, closing her eyes for a moment. Her heart was utterly still, without a single ripple of emotion.

She reached out, pushed the door open with indifference, and walked inside.

The curtains in the room were drawn, making it rather dim.

As soon as she stepped inside, the thick smell of smoke assaulted her nostrils.

Annabelle Linton frowned deeply. Unable to hold back, she let out a few soft coughs, quickly walking to the window to pull open the curtains and slide it open.

When she turned around, she saw Leona Grant staring at her, his expression unreadable.

The sudden flood of light made Leona Grant, who had been sitting in darkness for a long time, narrow his eyes slightly.

His gaze was profound. He just stared at Annabelle Linton, his expression calm and inscrutable, his feelings impossible to discern.

And at his feet lay a pile of cigarette butts.

Annabelle Linton glanced at him, her face a mask of indifference, before looking away again, devoid of any emotion.

She took out the congee she had poured into a thermal container, transferred it to a bowl, and placed it in front of him.

Leona Grant watched Annabelle Linton, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips, while a deep chill settled in his eyes.

’Just as I thought. She’s just fulfilling her duty as if completing a task.’

’Like a marionette, a smiling puppet!’