Annabelle Linton was keenly aware of their relationship. She pushed him away, intending to leave.
But Aaron Wyatt held her close, his voice low. "Don't hold it in anymore, Annabelle. Just let it out and cry."
Hearing this, Annabelle Linton could no longer hold back and burst into tears.
She had been holding on for so long, so long that the mere thought of it all made her heart clench.
Before this moment, she had desperately wanted to collapse into someone's arms and just cry, regardless of who it was. But it seemed there was no one.
As Aaron Wyatt held her, his own heart felt as if it were being pierced by countless steel needles, the wounds reopening and bleeding freely.
He loathed the hand fate had dealt them, loathed the family feud that stood between him and Annabelle Linton.
He had sworn over and over that he would never hurt Annabelle Linton, but what scar on her wasn't one he had inflicted?
'Leona Grant was poisoned. That's why she's so heartbroken, isn't it?'
