Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 92: I Don’t Want to Waste My Life Anymore

The next morning, Leona Grant woke to the sound of a muffled commotion.

He rolled out of bed in confusion, quickly washed his face, and opened the door to step outside. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Young Madam, are you really leaving?" Madam King asked sadly.

"Yes. I have to leave sooner or later. I happen to be free today, so I’ll pack up and move out."

Annabelle Linton didn’t explain further. She picked up a box of medicine from the table and handed it to Madam King. "Madam King, please take care of yourself after I’m gone. You’re getting older and your legs aren’t what they used to be. Remember to dress warmly on rainy days and try not to get wet.

"This is medicine for your rheumatoid arthritis. I picked it up from the hospital yesterday. Remember to apply it when you feel pain. One course of treatment is three boxes, and five courses should cure it completely. But don’t use too much; all medicine has side effects."

Then, Annabelle Linton picked up another box of medicine. "Oh, right, there’s this too. These are imported calcium supplements for your grandson. Three times a day, one tablet at a time..."

"Young Madam..." Madam King interrupted before Annabelle Linton could finish.

Madam King’s eyes filled with tears of sorrow, her gaze full of reluctance. "Young Madam, none of us want you to go. Do you really have to leave? I’ve worked at this villa for five years and spent two of them with you. You’re the best woman I’ve ever met. The Young Master will eventually see how good you are. Can’t you just hold on a little longer?"

The other, younger maids were also crying, unwilling to let Annabelle Linton go. "Young Madam, please don’t leave, okay? We’ll miss you so much..."

"Young Madam, don’t abandon us..."

Annabelle Linton looked at the young maids, who were a sobbing mess, and said with a small smile, "What is all this? I’m not going off to die. Why is everyone crying like this? You all have my number. You can call me if you need me."

Wiping her tears, Madam King said, "But if you leave, you won’t be our Young Madam anymore. We feel that only you are worthy of the Young Master..."

A faint smile touched Annabelle Linton’s lips as she continued packing her things.

She lowered her gaze, hiding the cold flicker in her eyes.

’I used to cling to that same false hope, but what did I get in the end?’

’I got nothing at all!’

’I even lost my life!’

’Being reborn is a chance from the heavens. If I don’t seize this opportunity, will I ever get another chance to turn things around?’

Annabelle Linton’s lips curved into a faint, wry smile. Her voice was slightly hoarse as she said, "Madam King, I’ve been married into the Grant Family for two years. You and I have been together day in and day out. Others might not know what my life has been like in this house, but surely you do?

"I’m still young and healthy. I want a husband who loves me and a happy life, just like other women. I don’t want to just wait to die here, spending my days walking on eggshells, suffocated by loneliness and solitude.

"I’ve grown tired of that kind of life after two years. I’m afraid of it, too. Life is short. I don’t want the rest of my life to be like this, and I don’t want all my future memories to be tinted with this shade of gray. This marriage was a mistake that tied down two people with no feelings for each other. I don’t want to waste my life anymore."

The living room, which had been filled with sobbing, fell silent in an instant. Madam King froze for a moment, then it was as if she remembered everything.

Of course. How could she not know what the Young Madam’s life had been like for the past two years?

The memory of all the compromises the Young Madam had made and grievances she’d swallowed since marrying the Young Master was still vivid.

Such a good, kind woman. On the surface, her life was glamorous, but in reality, she was like a bird with broken wings, shrouded in loneliness day after day.

This wasn’t the life she was meant to live.