After Annabelle Linton and Leona Grant's divorce, Annabelle had only packed her things from their villa. She had merely given the servants instructions about her belongings at the old manor, never packing them herself.
So her clothes were still here.
Leona Grant quickly found one of her dresses and returned. But thinking she was likely changing her dressing, he didn't go in, waiting by the door instead.
The wound had torn open, but it wasn't too serious. It had just bled a bit.
Annabelle Linton grabbed the first-aid kit, bandaged herself up simply, and thought about what had just happened.
'Who on earth wants to harm me?'
'The goal was clearly to ruin me. Who would stoop to such a vicious, dirty trick?'
Annabelle Linton's first thought was Vivian Yates.
Besides her, she couldn't think of anyone else who would harm her like this for no reason.
BUZZ—
Just as she was thinking, the phone in her bag vibrated. Annabelle Linton took it out and saw it was a call from Aaron Wyatt.
