Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 93: I’m Not Buying It, Understand?

Madam King wiped away her tears, a look of understanding dawning on her face. "I’m sorry, Young Madam. You’re right. We were being selfish, not thinking about you."

Annabelle Linton smiled faintly and stepped forward to hug Madam King. "It’s not your fault, Madam King. Thank you for taking care of me these past two years. After I’m gone, I hope you’ll be well."

Madam King sighed and hugged Annabelle Linton back, smiling as she said, "Young Madam, you’re a wonderful person. I’m sure you’ll meet someone much..."

"Where do you think you’re going—"

Leona Grant’s voice suddenly boomed from upstairs.

Annabelle Linton looked up, her gaze meeting his eyes, which were as cold and black as an abyss. The look in her own eyes instantly turned just as cold.

"What else would I be doing? Leaving this place, of course," Annabelle Linton said coolly.

"Leaving?" Leona Grant’s expression suddenly darkened. He walked down the stairs to her side. "Who gave you permission to leave?"

"Do I need someone’s permission to leave?"

"Don’t you?"

"Ha." Annabelle Linton let out a soft, sarcastic laugh.

She said nothing more, simply lowering her head to pack her things, placing her usual medical textbooks and personal belongings into the suitcase.

Watching her act as if he wasn’t there, Leona Grant felt a surge of irritation mixed with a hint of panic.

He snatched the suitcase from her hands and threw it into a corner. "Didn’t you hear me? You’re leaving? Did you bother to tell me?"

"And what are you?"

Annabelle Linton glared at the suitcase that had been thrown into the corner, gritting her teeth in anger. ’Damn it, I spent so much effort packing that!’

"I’ll leave when I want and stay when I want. Why on earth would I need to report to you?"

Seeing the confrontation between them, the surrounding servants discreetly withdrew.

Leona Grant let out a mirthless laugh, though his eyes burned with anger. "Why shouldn’t you report to me? We’re not divorced yet. I’m still your husband. You’re leaving—don’t you have an obligation to discuss it with me?"

"We’re about to get a divorce, and *now* you remember we’re a married couple? Then who was that husband I married who completely ignored me? A dog?"

Leona Grant’s face instantly turned livid. Never, ever had anyone dared to insult him like this!

’This woman must have a death wish!’

He narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Say that again!"

"I could say it a hundred times and it wouldn’t change. A good dog knows not to block the path. Now get out of my way!"

"Annabelle Linton!"

"Present!"

Leona Grant: "..."

Leona Grant watched as she completely ignored him, turning a deaf ear, and his fury boiled over. "Annabelle Linton, you don’t have to oppose me. As long as we’re still married, you must listen to me. I’m not letting you go, which means you have no right to leave. Understand? Now, I’m giving you one last chance. Get upstairs. You’re not going anywhere today. Is that clear?"

Annabelle Linton looked at him nonchalantly. "We’re about to get divorced. Once we are, we’ll have to go our separate ways. Whether we part ways now or later, it’s all the same. So I’m packing now. What’s the problem?"

She knew perfectly well why Leona Grant wouldn’t let her leave.

’Isn’t it just because he’s afraid of damaging his image and the interests of the Grant Group?’

’Sorry, but that’s your problem, not mine.’

Leona Grant’s lips twisted into a sneer. He said in a low voice, "Annabelle Linton, no one has ever been able to defy me. You’ll gain nothing by going against me. Don’t try to test my limits. Believe me, I have a hundred ways to make you yield."

"Oh, is that so?"

Annabelle Linton gave a cold smile. "Mr. Grant, please don’t bring your corporate attitude home with you. That act doesn’t work on me. Got it?"