Remarriage Failed Again Today-Chapter 57: What Does This Even Count For?

’Once they’re divorced, it’ll probably take me a long time to get used to it...’

At the thought, a flicker of gloom crossed Leona Grant’s eyes.

It was gone in an instant, so fast he didn’t even notice it himself.

Leona Grant freed a hand and gently brushed aside her soft hair, inadvertently revealing her delicate features.

For a moment, Leona Grant’s heart stopped.

Breathtaking.

As he watched, Annabelle Linton’s brow furrowed sharply. She shot up in bed, clearly having had a nightmare.

Leona Grant instantly, instinctively, shut his eyes.

Annabelle Linton twisted open the bottle of water on the nightstand and took two large gulps before finally letting out a breath.

After a long moment, her emotions settled, and she got out of bed.

’Another nightmare.’ She had dreamed that Vivian Yates hit her with a car, and no one believed her.

She cried and screamed, trying to explain, but Leona Grant just slapped her.

A loud, humiliating slap that felt like it had cast her down into the deepest level of hell, jolting her awake in an instant.

Annabelle Linton glanced back at the handsome man lying in bed, the corner of her mouth twitching into a derisive smile.

She had been hesitant about whether to go through with her plan today, but this single dream had made everything clear.

Compared to the humiliation he’d put her through, what she was about to do was nothing.

Expressionless, Annabelle Linton walked into the bathroom.

Leona Grant opened his eyes, his gaze flickering as he looked toward where she had disappeared.

...

Annabelle Linton made breakfast again, and the family ate happily.

Leona Grant deliberately woke up late. When he came downstairs, he saw Annabelle Linton sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper to everyone. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

She wore the same warm smile, and the sunlight streaming through the window scattered across her face, making her delicate features even more dazzling.

Leona Grant realized that as long as she wasn’t facing him, she seemed no different than before.

She was just like her name, Annabelle—serene and warm. But in the future, that warmth would no longer be directed at him.

The thought was like a needle to Leona Grant’s heart.

He walked downstairs nonchalantly and sat down naturally beside Annabelle Linton.

Annabelle Linton was holding a newspaper written entirely in Arabic, translating it for Grandpa as if she were reading normal text.

"The battle between Tarrania’s various militia factions for control of the airport in the capital, Zaravan, has now been raging for a month. The fighting continues to threaten the country’s security, and many nations have urged their citizens to evacuate Tarrania immediately. Several international oil companies have also withdrawn their personnel from the country.

Hadara cancels fuel subsidies, IMF agrees to provide loan..."

Leona Grant was completely stunned as he watched Annabelle Linton translate the newspaper so fluently, without the slightest difficulty.

In his mind, Annabelle Linton had always been a good-for-nothing who relied on her family’s influence, a show-off who was secretly scheming, pretending to be some innocent flower while being utterly useless.

But now, here she was, reading a foreign newspaper as naturally as if she were breathing. How could he not be shocked?

It wasn’t that he had never met a woman who could speak Arabic, nor was he prejudiced against women. It was just that seeing this skill in Annabelle Linton—someone he’d always considered ignorant and unworldly—was difficult for him to process.

Patrick Grant glanced at his grandson. Although Leona Grant’s expression remained impassive, he was his own flesh and blood—how could he not understand him?

A crafty glint flashed in Patrick Grant’s eyes as he deliberately said, "Hadara is one of the poorest countries in Qadira. After Hadara canceled its fuel subsidies, the IMF agreed to provide a loan of 560 million dollars. Annabelle, what are your thoughts on this?"