Normally, Leona Grant would let them know in advance when he wasn't coming home.
Hearing this, Leona Grant whipped his head toward Madam King.
Seraphine?
For a while?
'Oh, no.' He suddenly found it hard to breathe. 'Someone, help me up. I don't think I can stand anymore.'
Leona Grant squeezed his eyes shut. 'Damn it, the motherland is so beautiful. Why does this woman always have to run off to foreign countries?'
'Is the grass always greener abroad? Is the food more delicious?'
'What a xenophile. Look at all her bad habits. I'm the only one who would ever put up with her, and she still picks fights with me all day?'
Leona Grant couldn't help but ask again, 'Annabelle Linton, where do you get the nerve?'
'She's insane!'
Leona Grant's expression was grim. "When did she leave? What for?!"
Madam King answered timidly, "Th-This morning... To have fun..."
"Shit!"
'Leaving her husband at home to go have fun by herself... This woman... this woman has some serious nerve!'
