Annabelle Linton moved so fast that no one had time to prepare.
The blade sank into her flesh, and blood quickly stained a large patch of her clothes, trickling down her shoulder.
Annabelle Linton didn't even frown. She simply gazed coolly at Leona Grant.
"Annabelle!" Aaron Wyatt's eyes widened when he saw her stab herself. He lunged forward, trying to snatch the knife from her hand.
Annabelle Linton pushed him away.
Watching her bleed, Leona Grant's vision suddenly blurred.
With her long hair and the hem of her dress fluttering in the breeze, she was still so beautiful, so graceful.
His mind went blank. He instinctively moved closer, wanting to hold her and check on her wound.
Annabelle Linton yelled sharply, "Don't come any closer!"
Leona Grant froze, his expression a mixture of hurt and anguish. He pursed his lips. "Just one look."
Despite his words, he couldn't stop himself from taking two more steps forward.
