Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 77: Why Did He Get Angry?

It was strange. He felt no aversion at all. In the hospital bed, Annabelle Linton was as quiet as a beautiful porcelain doll, her features delicate, her expression serene as she slept. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Leona Grant stroked her beautiful face. It felt as if something had struck his heart, sending ripples through him.

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Annabelle Linton remained unconscious for two more days before waking.

She woke on a bright, sunny morning.

The sunlight streaming through the window was a bit too bright. Annabelle Linton drew a weak breath, squinting as she raised a long, slender hand to block the harsh light.

Now she was fully awake.

"What time is it?" Annabelle Linton murmured to herself.

"Sister-in-law, you’re awake?" Ashley Grant heard Annabelle Linton’s voice and answered her question. "It’s ten in the morning. You were unconscious for two days. How are you feeling?"

"I don’t have any strength."

Upon hearing this, Ashley Grant quickly pressed the call button. Moments later, a whole team of nurses and doctors arrived and began running various tests.

Annabelle Linton knew this was the kind of treatment reserved for every patient in a VIP room.

She used to do the same thing at the hospital where she worked.

Annabelle Linton wasn’t resistant or impatient. She answered all the doctor’s questions earnestly.

As a medical professional herself, she knew her body was not in good shape.

After a thorough examination, the doctor concluded that while there were no major issues, she absolutely had to get plenty of rest and recuperate.

Annabelle Linton lay down quietly, in no hurry to leave the hospital.

’I have one week. My first priority is to get my strength back.’

’I can’t let anything happen to me. Ryan still needs me.’

’Besides, I still haven’t divorced Leona Grant.’

The thought of divorce sent a surge of anger through Annabelle Linton. ’That bastard actually went back on his word!’

A nurse was inserting an IV needle into her hand. Annabelle Linton clenched her fist so hard that the needle was dislodged, rupturing the vein. Blood began to stream out.

The sight was shocking—a long, bloody gash that wouldn’t stop bleeding.

"Ah, so much blood!"

The nurse panicked for a second, then rushed to apply pressure to Annabelle Linton’s wound.

The moment Leona Grant walked through the door, he saw the scene. He strode over to Annabelle Linton, glanced at the wound, and then roared at the nurse, "You can’t even insert a damn needle? Are you useless? Get out!"

After his outburst, Leona Grant froze for a moment. ’Why did I get so angry?’

The nurse ran out, looking deeply wronged.

Leona Grant grabbed a cotton ball from the medical cart and anxiously pressed it against the bleeding wound to stanch the flow.

Annabelle Linton shot him an indifferent glance as he treated her wound and let out a cold sneer.

’He was the one who pushed me down the stairs. He was the one who went back on his word. What right does he have to stand here now, feigning concern?’

She abruptly yanked her hand back, grabbed two bandages from the cart, and stuck them over the wound herself.

Then, with practiced ease, she inserted the needle for the IV drip into her other hand, rolled over in bed, and turned her back on him, showing him nothing but the back of her head.

Leona Grant stared at his now-empty hands, momentarily stunned.

’This is the second time she’s thrown my help back in my face, isn’t it?’

’But what’s more infuriating is that I’ve played the part of the well-meaning fool twice, giving her two opportunities to reject me!’

She’d inserted the needle with such clinical precision, as if it were child’s play, her expression never once flickering.

Leona Grant suddenly recalled how Vivian Yates always needed to be coaxed and coddled before she would agree to an IV, even for a simple cold. Annabelle Linton, on the other hand, hadn’t even batted an eye.

He had always thought of Annabelle Linton as the most cowardly, useless, and manipulative woman in the world.