The bright red blood was a jarring sight as it spattered across the pristine white floor.
Annabelle Linton clutched her chest as if all her strength had been drained away. It was only then that Leona Grant noticed how pale she was.
Leona Grant nervously pulled her into an embrace, asking anxiously, "Annabelle Linton, what's wrong?"
Annabelle Linton reached for a tissue on the table and casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were downcast; she was clearly weak.
She said, out of the blue, "Today is my birthday."
Leona Grant froze for a moment, then her eyes suddenly turned bloodshot. "Annabelle Linton, what are you trying to say!"
Annabelle Linton gave a faint smile, though her face remained expressionless. She leaned weakly against the sofa. "Leona Grant, if you don't want a divorce, then fine. I'm not going to force you.
