Caught completely off guard, Annabelle Linton was thrown to the ground.
Her hand landed on a pile of glass shards, slicing it open.
Blood instantly began to flow.
But in the darkness, it was difficult to see.
Leona Grant looked down on her, a cold smirk on his lips. "I won't kill you. You aren't worthy of me dirtying my own hands!"
Annabelle Linton scoffed, her eyes bloodshot as she screamed, "It's because you don't dare, isn't it? If you have the guts, then kill me! Once I'm dead, I'll have no more attachments! Once I'm dead, I won't have to see you anymore! Once I'm dead, I'll be completely free! So kill me!"
'She hated having her life controlled by others.'
'She hated this powerless existence.'
'And she despised the hand fate had dealt her!'
'Why? In the past, she had only loved one person. Now, all she wanted was to live her own life in peace. Why was that so difficult?'
'How could life push her to the point where she had nothing left to live for?'
