Chapter 1333
Chapter 1333:
At the same time, Margo abruptly ended the call, leaving Annabel feeling both relieved and uneasy.
“Let’s go and see for ourselves whether she’s at her other place,” Annabel said with a quiet sigh. Then she turned to Rory. “And you should probably head back to set p>
“I still have plenty of time,” Rory replied. “I’ll come with you, just in case.” His eyes crinkled slightly as he offered Annabel a light smile.
“As long as you don’t end up being a nuisance,” Annabel said, nodding.
The three of them headed straight for the second location the agent mentioned. When they arrived, they knocked, but no one answered.
“Margo!” the agent called, her worry rising.
“Don’t you know the passcode?” Annabel asked, eyeing the keypad lock.
“I have no idea,” the agent said with a helpless shrug.
Just then, faint sounds came from inside. The door creaked open, slowly revealing Margo’s exhausted face.
Seeing Margo unharmed, the agent breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the apartment.
“What’s going on? You p>
She froze when she noticed the scattered wine bottles and the mess of objects strewn everywhere.
“What the hell have you done p>
Annabel stepped forward, but the sharp stench of alcohol hit her at once, making her frown. “How many bottles did you drink p>
Margo slumped on the couch. She lifted her heavy gaze toward Annabel, her brow knitting as if it took effort to understand the question.
“Margo!” Annabel called, her voice turning cold.
“Annabel…” Margo rasped.
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She coughed, and her hand swept across the table, knocking a wine bottle onto the floor. It shattered on impact, and the leftover liquid splashed in every direction.
“Margo, are you out of your mind?” Annabel’s patience finally snapped. She stepped forward and grabbed Margo’s wrist firmly.
But then she faltered.
Margo’s voice was soft, hollow—so full of sorrow it didn’t sound like her at all.
“Does it hurt for him like this too p>
“What did you just say p>
Annabel’s brows knit in surprise as she stared at Margo. Margo kept her gaze lowered, wrapped in defeat and despair. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was hoarse and raw.
“Does his head throb like mine? It hurts, Annabel. The pain is unbearable p>
She reached out as if to hug Annabel, but then jerked her arm back, let go of Annabel’s wrist, and sank onto the sofa again.
Understanding flickered in Annabel’s eyes as she pieced together Margo’s words. She turned toward Rory and the agent at the doorway, about to speak, but Rory had already read her intent.