He looked up at her. Her expression was impassive, her gaze cool and distant. She had that same dead look on her face, as if she wouldn't show the slightest emotion even if he died right in front of her.
For a moment, Leona Grant's heart went numb.
It was as if the entire world was mocking him.
But his pride would not allow him to be so humbled!
Leona Grant violently kicked over the nearby coffee table, then swept the bottles of alcohol off the counter. The sorrow on his face was replaced by fury. His dark, ruthless eyes stared menacingly at Annabelle Linton. "Then leave! Just go!
Go be with your Aaron Wyatt! Go have your perfect little world for two with him! Go enjoy your fairytale romance! What do you care whether I live or die? Annabelle Linton, I don't need your pity! Get out! Just get the hell out!"
