In two months, everything would probably be settled.
They only had three months left. Annabelle Linton had made up her mind.
She would fight for another two months. After those two months, if she succeeded, they would have a wedding together—get married one more time.
If she didn't succeed after two months, they would still have a wedding. But by then, she would truly have to give up.
Because in two months, the complications would likely appear—starting with hair loss, then bleeding from the orifices. She probably wouldn't be able to do her research anymore by then. She wanted to spend her final days with Leona Grant, and then they would die together.
Annabelle Linton couldn't help but smile at the thought.
'In our last life, we basically died together. In this life, we'll die together too. What's there to be unsatisfied about?'
'If we can live, we'll live together. If we can't, we'll just die together.'
But she wouldn't give up on any chance she had.
