Leona Grant's expression abruptly darkened. "Annabelle Linton, just you try saying 'divorce' again!"
Annabelle Linton looked at him coolly, then suddenly laughed. "What? You're allowed to, but I'm not?"
She sat down on a nearby sofa, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Are you shocked? Finding it incredible? Utterly unbelievable?
That girl who's tailed you since childhood, letting you curse her and give her the cold shoulder... how could she possibly dare to talk to you like this now, hmm? I'm surprised myself. But yes, those words really did just come out of my mouth."
Leona Grant spoke through clenched teeth, "Annabelle Linton!"
Annabelle Linton laughed again, finding the situation absurd. "What is it? Why the furious expression, Mr. Grant?
Oh... I see. Did I offend your so-called dignity? Did I push you past the limits of your patience again?"
