Annabelle Linton shoved her chair back, grabbed the medicine, and stormed out. She couldn't stand to be there for another minute!
Vivian Yates watched her leave, a smile playing on her lips.
'Annabelle Linton, I bet you never thought this day would come!'
'No rush. The day you finally die, I'm going to laugh. Laugh my head off!'
'But I wonder what Annabelle Linton is up to right now?'
Recalling the ashen look on Annabelle Linton's face as she left, Vivian Yates felt a thrill of satisfaction.
'Let's go take a look!'
The weather was poor, the sky overcast and gloomy.
Annabelle Linton walked down the street in a daze, moving mechanically, like a zombie.
'How much longer does this have to go on?'
'I really don't know.'
'Am I going to die? Can I hold on until Leona Grant finds the antidote? What will Leona Grant do after I die?'
