Faye Sheffield shot her a contemptuous look. 'By saying this, I'm indirectly sucking up to Vivian Yates and her family,' she thought. 'Everyone knows how much Leona Grant despises Annabelle Linton, so Leona won't blame me for this. And of course, Vivian will take my side.'
A smug smile touched her lips as she finished. She then added pointedly, "I know it's not my place to butt in, but sorry, I couldn't help myself. I'm just a blunt person. You'll just have to put up with me."
As Annabelle Linton listened, her expression instantly darkened, her eyes growing a hundred times colder than usual.
Her eyes were cold, deep, and still, like a vast, dark cosmos—impossible to fathom at a glance.
Her mother's death, her father's infidelity—these were wounds she could never move past, not in this life or even her last. For Faye Sheffield to bring it up now, in front of so many people, was no different from plunging a knife into her heart.
