Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 53: Everything Has Changed
’But she could have reminded Vivian Yates when she was eating. Then again, if Vivian, the one with the allergy, forgot about it herself, how could Annabelle Linton be expected to remember?’
He suddenly felt a pang of regret, because he had really gone too far this time.
He had been on the verge of making a gesture of apology, but he never expected the incident to alarm his grandfather.
His grandfather was furious, flying into a rage that triggered a heart attack and landed him in the hospital.
At that moment, he saw a crying Annabelle Linton and assumed she had tattled, so he blamed everything on her again.
Because of that incident, he hated Annabelle Linton even more, thinking she was so two-faced!
’If she hadn’t been so presumptuous, Vivian Yates wouldn’t have had an allergic reaction. If Vivian hadn’t had the reaction, I wouldn’t have gotten angry. And if I hadn’t gotten angry, Grandpa wouldn’t have collapsed.’
’But now, thinking about it carefully, it was all my fault. How could I possibly blame Annabelle Linton?’
But despite suffering so many grievances at his hands, she still took care of his grandfather with all her heart, without a single word of complaint.
Later, he heard from a maid that his grandfather had found out about it from the company, and Annabelle Linton had been crying because his grandfather had pressed her for answers.
’At the time, I thought that perhaps Annabelle Linton really did love me.’
But he still hated her. For no reason, he just did. He couldn’t say specifically what he hated about her; he just found her incredibly annoying and didn’t want to see her.
But now, everything had changed. The same way she used to love him was how much she hated him now—despised him, even.
Before, the way she looked at him was always sickeningly sweet. But now, her gaze was cold, devoid of any emotion.
’Even if she were to run into a stray cat or dog,’ he thought, ’she’d probably show more emotion than she shows me.’
As Leona Grant thought this, he looked up at her busy back. ’This is probably the last meal she’ll ever make for me.’
For some reason, the thought caused a dull ache in his chest.
"Ah, Young Madam, you’re bleeding!" a maid’s cry snapped Leona Grant out of his thoughts.
Annabelle Linton was silent for a moment, clearly lost in thought.
She glanced indifferently at the wound, which wouldn’t stop bleeding, then set down the kitchen knife and said flatly, "I’m going to go clean this up. Dinner is ready, so you all can serve it. Have everyone start eating without me."
"What happened?" Leona Grant walked in with a frown, startled by the sight of Annabelle Linton’s bleeding finger.
The cut was deep, and the blood dripping onto the floor, drop by drop, was a shocking sight.
Without a word, Leona Grant pursed his lips and pulled Annabelle Linton over to sit on the sofa.
Annabelle Linton wanted to pull away, but seeing his family walking toward them, she remained silent.
Ashley Grant ran to Annabelle Linton’s side and frowned at the wound on her hand. "How did you start bleeding?"
"It’s just a little cut. I’m fine."
"Don’t move," Ashley Grant said, pursing her lips as she brought over the first-aid kit.
Mrs. Grant saw Annabelle Linton’s wound as soon as she walked over and exclaimed, "Oh dear, that’s so much blood! Leona, hurry and stop the bleeding for Annabelle!"
"What a wonderful smell! This must be Annabelle’s cooking!" the old man said with a hearty laugh as he wandered back in, recognizing Annabelle Linton’s handiwork by the aroma alone.
Getting cut while cooking was a perfectly normal thing. Annabelle Linton felt they were making a big fuss over nothing. "Mom, Ashley, I’m fine. Everyone, please go eat first. I’ll be there after I take care of this."
Mrs. Grant was still worried; after all, the cut was very deep. "Are you really okay?"
"I’m really fine."
Glancing at her son’s gloomy face, a glint flashed in Mrs. Grant’s eyes. "Alright then. Leona, make sure you bandage Annabelle properly. We don’t want it to leave a scar."
