"Promise me anything?" The smile on Vivian Yates's lips deepened. She nodded smugly. "Alright then. Beg me. Get on your knees and beg me. Once I'm satisfied, maybe I'll take pity on you!"
Annabelle Linton looked up, her face a mask of anger and humiliation, only to see Vivian's icy smile. "What, you don't want to get out? Don't want to see your precious Leona anymore?"
Annabelle Linton seemed to struggle with herself for a moment before finally dropping to her knees. Gritting her teeth, she said, "I'm begging you to help me!"
But upon seeing this, Vivian Yates burst into wild, unrestrained laughter.
"Help you two meet?" Vivian Yates shot her a mocking glance. "And what would you do if you met? Give you a chance to tell everyone you were framed? Or let you tell everyone that I'm the one who framed you?"
Her vicious gaze fell to Annabelle's stomach, her eyes turning cold and sinister. "Besides, you're carrying a bastard in that belly of yours. How could I possibly let you live?!"
