It finally dawned on Vivian Yates why the water, which hadn't been hot at all, had suddenly become scalding.
'So this bitch did it on purpose!'
'But how did she know I was going to use the tea to frame her?'
While Vivian Yates was still reeling in confusion, Annabelle Linton said with a smile, "Leona Grant will be here any second. Better put on a good show."
Vivian Yates looked up and, sure enough, saw Leona Grant rushing over. With no time to think, she immediately put on a frail act, looking at Annabelle Linton with tear-filled eyes. "Annabelle, I've told you countless times that Leona and I are innocent! Why won't you believe me?!"
When Leona Grant arrived, the scene before him made him lose his composure.
Vivian Yates was on the ground, a large, swollen welt on her face and leg. A shattered cup lay beside her, tears streaming down her face while Annabelle Linton watched her with a cold expression. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened.
