Leona Grant had finished shouting, but Annabelle Linton didn't return.
But this time, surprisingly, he wasn't angry.
It seemed his mood had actually started to brighten after their fight.
'Actually, Annabelle Linton is pretty great, isn't she?'
'If she was willing, he could even stop seeing Vivian Yates.'
'He'd known Vivian Yates for a long time, but when it came to his wife versus a friend, he still felt his wife was more important.'
His life was already beginning to change, starting from this very moment.
But Leona Grant was completely unaware.
...
By afternoon, Annabelle Linton still hadn't returned to the hospital room.
Leona Grant was pacing anxiously.
BANG—
Hearing the noise, Leona Grant quickly sat up on the bed, his expression turning cold.
"President, here are the documents you need to approve this afternoon." Chase walked in, holding a stack of files.
When he heard it wasn't Annabelle Linton's voice, Leona Grant's expression immediately darkened.
