[A Story of Male Lead Abuse · A Rebirth Novel]
What is love?
Young and ignorant, Annabelle Linton spent her entire life to understand that it was an obsession.
Once fallen, it's impossible to break free. It can give you life, and it can also bring you death.
After her rebirth, she wore a smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with ice.
A friend once asked her why she loved him so much.
She fell silent, then casually changed the subject without answering, but a dazed look flickered in her eyes.
Perhaps it was because the years went by too fast, the world was too harsh, and the road was too difficult to walk alone, and she just wanted a home...

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There were only two kinds of people Mr. Grant hated most in this life: those he hated, and Annabelle Linton.
But there was never a reason for hating Annabelle Linton, and he never looked for one.
But later, he thought about it. Was it perhaps his confidence that she would never leave, no matter what?
But reality later told him that he was wrong.
In this world, is there really anyone who would never leave?

[This novel's main focus is on the male lead's suffering. The male lead appears to be a jerk, so patience is required. He unknowingly hurt the female lead for many years. After her rebirth, the female lead stays away from him, and the male lead is completely tormented. In the later parts of the story, the male lead will have all the reactions you'd expect to see, such as suicide attempts... But the ending is a happy one.
This book isn't exactly a doting romance or a gratifying romp, but it's certainly not a tragic tearjerker. If you enjoy stories that focus on the male lead's suffering, then I think you'll like this one. If you prefer sweet and fluffy stories, please check out my other book, "My Love for You, an Incurable Disease".]

Vivian Yates bit her lip and briefly explained what had happened last night.


Leona Grant's brow furrowed. "You're saying they beat you by mistake because of your friend?"


Leona Grant's frown deepened. She took out a first-aid kit, pulled Vivian onto the sofa, and began to apply the ointment herself. "I'll get to the bottom of this for you. I won't let you get beaten for nothing."


Vivian gave a touched smile, though a cold glint flashed in her eyes. "Thank you, President. There's just something I wanted to tell you..."


Leona Grant replied coolly, "What is it?"


Vivian bit her lip, looking aggrieved. "I saw Annabelle yesterday when I was being beaten. Wendy King knows Annabelle, too. I don't know if Annabelle got dragged into this, and I'm really worried about her. Can you help me check on her? She's not answering my calls..."


Leona Grant's hand paused. A strange glint flickered in her eyes. "You're saying Annabelle Linton was there yesterday, too?"


Chapter 116 - Chapter 116: You're Saying Annabelle Linton Was Also There Yesterday?