She just knew it. That bitch was the one who forced her Vivian away.
If it weren't for her, why would her daughter have run off abroad for so long? Why would she only make a single phone call and refuse to even see her mother?
She realized she truly despised her—hated her enough to wish her dead!
Mrs. Yates clenched her fists, suppressing her rage as she watched them walk away.
Mr. Yates followed her gaze and saw Leona Grant holding Annabelle Linton, trying to soothe her.
His expression darkened. "Vivian has already gone abroad to recover," he said. "I'm sure she'll be better soon. Once she's healed, we'll find her a better match—someone who will spoil her rotten. As for Leona Grant, just forget about her. It's time to move on."
At the end of the hallway, Annabelle Linton, her face dark for some reason, was saying something to Leona Grant. Leona, however, was patiently holding her hand and speaking to her gently.
