Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 36: Yes, You’re All Right

In her past life, when she’d heard those words, she had actually thought she was being petty and holding a grudge, and she’d felt guilty toward Vivian Yates.

Thinking about it now, she realized the only mistake had been her own naivety.

"If you’re so eager to pay your respects to his parents, then go by yourself. Why tag along with us? Do you want everyone to know Leona Grant and I are on bad terms? To make his parents worry and turn us into a laughingstock?" Annabelle Linton said with a sneer.

Vivian Yates’s expression soured. "I just happened to have some business this way, so I was already with Leona. We just came to pick you up together. If I take a cab by myself now, it’ll probably take ages."

"We can just leave a little later. You can still make it if you leave now, sis," Annabelle Linton said, the corner of her mouth hooking into a sarcastic smile.

When there was still no sign of them, Leona Grant got out of the car to see what was happening.

The moment he stepped out of the car, he saw Annabelle Linton, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower. There was a unique, lively cheerfulness about her—a charm that was alluring without being affected.

She was dazzling.

Annabelle Linton shot Leona Grant a cool glance before indifferently looking away.

When Vivian Yates saw Leona Grant, she just looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, her lips pressed together, saying nothing.

Leona Grant finally noticed Vivian Yates looking at him. His gaze softened as he asked gently, "What’s wrong?"

Vivian Yates sniffled, doing her best to put on a brave face. "Leona," she said, her voice thick with misery, "Annabelle doesn’t want to see me. I should go."

Hearing this, Annabelle Linton couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Her lips curved into a faint, cold smile, positively dripping with sarcasm.

’If Vivian Yates truly didn’t want to cause trouble, she could have just said she had other plans and would arrive later. Why did she have to specifically say *I* didn’t want to see *her*?’

’Wasn’t this a deliberate attempt to ruin my image in Leona Grant’s eyes?’

’Besides, if she was really going to leave just because I didn’t want to see her, then why is she still standing here?’

’Using a double-edged phrase like that... she’s really something else.’

Sure enough, the moment Leona Grant saw Vivian Yates’s red-rimmed eyes, his expression darkened. He turned on Annabelle Linton and snapped, "When are you going to stop? What’s the point of clinging to that stupid incident from before? Vivian has apologized and tried to explain it to you over and over. It’s one thing if you refuse to listen, but to keep hurting her like this... do you think this is fun?"

’*I’m* the one who won’t stop? *I’m* the one hurting Vivian Yates again and again?’

A dangerous glint flashed in Annabelle Linton’s eyes.

She opened her mouth, about to argue, but then realized it was pointless. Instead, she just let out an abrupt laugh.

Vivian Yates had a protector; she only had herself. Annabelle Linton had always known how to pick her battles.

It was two against one. She wasn’t going to win this. Better to just walk away and forget about it, to chalk it up as a loss, like being bitten by a dog.

"Fine. You’re both right." She nodded, then turned and started walking away without a backward glance. "So go take your drama somewhere private. Stop dragging innocent people into it. I’ll get out of your way."

Originally, she hadn’t cared whether Vivian Yates was there or not. Her plan was simply to endure the next few days, divorce Leona Grant as soon as his parents left, and then never have anything to do with him again.

But the moment she saw that woman, her plans changed.

She discovered that she despised this woman far more than she had realized—despised her to the point that a single glance was enough to make her feel sick.

Leona Grant watched Annabelle Linton’s retreating figure, his sharp eyes narrowing as his expression grew heavy.

He realized he was beginning to understand this woman less and less.

Vivian Yates also watched Annabelle Linton’s back, her own eyes growing dark.