Chapter 780: Your Husband Is Arriving Soon

Chapter 780: Chapter 780: Your Husband Is Arriving Soon

Annabelle Linton fell off the bed. She rolled on the floor before crawling into a corner, where she clutched at her hair, completely breaking down.

Her hair was a tangled mess plastered to her face by tears that streamed down unconsciously, leaving a chaotic web of tear tracks.

Annabelle Linton wrapped her arms around herself, desperately trying to suppress the agony. She bit her lip so hard it bled.

Outside the glass room, Mia Holloway knelt on the floor, her hands clawing desperately at the door as she sobbed uncontrollably.

She longed to pull Annabelle out and hold her tight, but she couldn’t.

If she did, all the pain Annabelle was enduring now would have been for nothing.

"Annabelle, hang in there. Just a little longer..."

The other doctors beside her were racing against the clock, documenting Annabelle’s every reaction. They even recorded each subtle change in her facial expression.

Quentin Holland watched Annabelle inside the glass room, his eyes bloodshot. His heart ached so much it felt like it was bleeding.

’I wish I could bear this pain for her,’ he thought. ’If only I were the one with that precious bloodline.’

’Then Annabelle wouldn’t have to suffer so much.’

Annabelle knelt on the ground, propping herself up with her hands. She gasped for breath, feeling as if her head were about to explode.

She stood up, fueled by some unknown strength, and with bloodshot eyes, began smashing everything in the glass room.

But destroying everything brought no relief. She started slamming her forehead against the glass door, each impact harder than the last.

Seeing this, Quentin Holland rushed over, pressed the button, and charged into the glass room.

"Annabelle, you’re going to be okay! You’re going to be okay!"

He pulled Annabelle into his arms and held her tightly, his own eyes red as he spoke.

"Die! Let me die! AARGH—"

Annabelle struggled frantically, just as she had when she was first "reborn," lashing out at Leona Grant in a fit of madness.

"Sedative! Get the sedative!"

Quentin Holland shouted to the staff as he held Annabelle.

They had already prepared the sedative. The moment they heard Quentin’s shout, they rushed over with it.

Several doctors restrained Annabelle, and in a flash, they injected the sedative into her arm.

"Don’t!" Annabelle suddenly shouted.

Everyone stared at her in shock, even Quentin Holland was momentarily stunned.

Annabelle gritted her teeth. "Record it! Record it now!"

Quentin Holland’s pupils contracted violently. The next second, he yelled to those outside, "Record it! Everyone, get in here and record everything!"

Trembling uncontrollably, Annabelle began describing everything she was feeling.

When she had said everything, she looked at Quentin Holland, her gaze unfocused. Slowly, her eyes lost their focal point entirely.

The next moment, as if every last ounce of strength had been instantly drained from her body, she passed out.

Quentin Holland scooped her up and ran out of the glass room.

「...」

Annabelle Linton slept through the entire night before waking up.

Whether it was because she had finally vented her anguish or because this latest drug was actually working, Annabelle didn’t feel as weak as she had the previous two times she woke up.

She stared blankly at her reflection in the window, and the memory of yesterday’s agony made life feel hopeless.

She never wanted to experience that kind of pain again. It was like her mind was splitting in two, an agony so intense it felt as if her body were being torn apart.

But if she didn’t go through with these experiments, Leona Grant couldn’t be saved.

Annabelle buried her face in her hands and began to cry.

As she was crying, the door was suddenly thrown open.

Mia Holloway rushed in, carrying a huge pile of things. "Annabelle!" she shouted. "Your husband is going to be here in about two hours! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"