She had said he was the one who locked her up.
It was because, in the dream, Vivian Yates was supposedly pregnant with his child. But it was actually a fake pregnancy, a ploy to frame her, and in a fit of rage, he had locked her away.
In reality, she was the one who was truly pregnant.
And he had killed her with his own hands—and their child, too.
Leo Grant looked at her, and the image of that helpless figure resurfaced in his mind—the way she looked as she died, her eyes wide with lingering grievance.
It was just a fragmented dream, yet it felt so real.
Leo Grant stared at Annabelle Linton with his deep, dark eyes as a wild thought suddenly surfaced in his mind.
A thought so wild, it was unstoppable.
He looked at her with a hint of agitation. "Before I sign, I have a question for you."
Annabelle Linton looked at him, her face devoid of expression. Leo Grant knew it was his cue to ask.
"I want to know why you suddenly started hating me so much!"
