Annabelle Linton looked at Aaron Wyatt.
He was covered in injuries. One knee was bent, the other leg lay straight on the ground. His face was pale, and his head lolled against the wall. He looked like he could die at any moment!
And the place he was sitting now was the very same spot she had once been held!
Annabelle Linton's eyes suddenly reddened, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
She tore herself away from Leona Grant and ran to Aaron Wyatt's side. Kneeling, she reached out a trembling hand to cup his face, choking out, "Aaron Wyatt..."
'I can't believe Leona Grant locked him up here. I never would have imagined it in a million years!'
'In my last life, I was imprisoned in this same place. Grandpa sent people to look for me for ages, but they never found me!'
'How could Leona Grant be so despicable, so terrifying!'
Recalling the four months she had barely clung to life in this very place, Annabelle Linton felt a wave of sharp, prickling pain wash over her.
