Annabelle Linton kept watch by his bedside, sitting there all night.
In the morning, just as Annabelle Linton was finishing a quick bite, her phone suddenly buzzed.
She picked it up and took a look, her pupils constricting slightly.
It was a blank text message, but she knew it was from Vivian Yates.
It was their secret signal.
Annabelle Linton's expression turned cold. She tucked Leona Grant in and went out.
When she arrived at the designated meeting spot, she found Vivian Yates, just as she'd expected, at the same bar as last time, drinking with her legs crossed.
Annabelle Linton sat down across from her with a cool expression. Vivian Yates looked at her and sneered, "You still haven't left him? Do you want him to die?"
Annabelle Linton pursed her lips. "It's complicated. I'm working on it."
