Vivian Yates composed herself and sent a message to Annabelle Linton.
Annabelle Ainsworth: [A shocked emoji] Cousin, what is this?
Half an hour later, a file came through.
Vivian Yates opened and downloaded it, her face growing even paler.
It was surveillance footage of her stealing the video and audio recordings.
'I can't believe that woman, Annabelle Linton, is so meticulous. She plotted so much against me without me knowing a thing!'
'Now, everything is exposed…'
Vivian Yates took a deep breath and sent another message to Annabelle Linton: What do you want?
Annabelle Linton didn't reply with words. Instead, she instantly sent back two pictures.
In the photos, her mother was in a prison uniform, her face gaunt. Her father was also in a prison uniform, his hands in cuffs.
Annabelle Linton played with people's minds. She didn't have to say a word; just sending a few things was enough to make you break down.
