Leona Grant's expression couldn't have been darker. "You don't need to worry about other people, but you need to understand one thing. Don't forget who's responsible for my injury. For that reason alone, don't you think you should be taking care of me twenty-four hours a day?"
"I can find you a better doctor."
"There is no better doctor. As far as I'm concerned, you're the best, and the most suitable!"
Annabelle Linton pinched the bridge of her nose, a headache blooming. She said flatly, "Leona Grant, haven't you realized something? I hate you, and you hate me. Why must we insist on staying together, only to grow sick of the sight of each other?"
When Leona Grant heard this, his heart felt a slight sting.
Once, she had loved him enough to give up her own life for him. Now, she felt that even a single extra glance was too much.
Leona Grant's eyes darkened.
She hated him now, but he didn't hate her.
