Getting no response, Leona Grant's expression twisted in pain. "Annabelle Linton, come out..."
Seeing this, Ashley Grant's heart ached, and her eyes instantly reddened. "Brother..."
Leona Grant lost consciousness again.
He had another dream.
In the dream, Annabelle Linton's long, wavy hair cascaded down to her waist like seaweed. She was dressed all in red, her beauty bewitching and dazzling.
Her eyes, in particular, glowed with a faint purple light. Her face remained expressionless, yet she exuded a powerful aura.
She appeared before him, watching him with her usual lack of emotion—utterly cold, like a blast of frigid wind.
Thinking of how he had treated her in the past, he pressed his lips into a thin line and said, "Annabelle Linton, I know I was wrong before. Can you forgive me?"
She gave him a cool look, her expression still blank as she walked past him.
She was so nonchalant and unburdened, as if she could walk out of his life at any second.
