By the time Annabelle Linton finished reading the documents, her face was already streaked with tears.
She covered her face and began to sob.
'So that's how my child died…'
'To think they were murdered by that bitch, Vivian Yates…'
She suddenly remembered that in her past life, when Leona Grant had thrown her aside, she had indeed stepped on something round, like a stone.
But what did that matter? If Leona Grant hadn't pushed her, she never would have been hit and killed.
But things were different now. Leona Grant had only thrown her aside as part of an act, and he had only locked her in the basement to protect her.
Her child was a source of pain she could never let go of.
This was why she had been so unwilling to accept Leona Grant.
'So it turned out my baby hadn't been killed by his own father's hand because of another woman…'
'So it turned out that at the end of our last life, Leona Grant had actually followed me in death.'
