chapter 587


    Early in the morning, at Southern Vige...


    The morning mist nketed the small vige, the atmosphere quiet and tranquil. The delicate house made of


    bamboo was a home hidden away from the rest of the world.


    Every morning, Annabel would wake up early to manage the vegetables and prepare breakfast. A photographer


    had captured her movement, made it into a short clip, and posted it on social media.


    Within a few days, Annabel’s ount already garnered 40 million fans, impressively so like she was a celebrity.


    It was because she was never fake in the clip and did not do it for show-it was purely habitual. There she was,


    carrying a big basket of dried woods she got from the forest on her back, weighing over 100 kilograms. Her small


    figure bent over due to the pressure and her clear face full of sweat was not a pretty, dainty sight.


    If it was some other superstars, they would think this made an ugly posture. However, Annabel did not mind at all,


    she carried the blocks of wood on her back and walked to the yard.


    She failed to notice, however, that beans were scattered on the pathway as she walked to the yard. Unaware, she


    slipped on the beans and fell.


    "Argh!"


    A sharp scream rang in the air.


    Anthony was sorting out his documents on his balcony when he heard the scream. Looking around, he


    saw Annabel by the yard''s entrance, falling and rolling down the stairs. 1


    The heavy dried woods crashed against her body, pressing her small figure down.


    Frowning, he shot up from his seat and walked out.


    Chris followed behind him.


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    Annabel''s parents who were inside the house also went out, but as one was blind while the other


    disabled, they struggled to do so.


    Anthony and Chris made it to Annabel first.


    After living together for the past two days, they had behaved politely. They were almost close enough


    to be friends. 1


    While Chris did not like Annabel, he still went forward to push the blocks of woods from Annabel’s form


    that piled up on her. 3


    Anthony dialed Nial right away. "Southern Vige," he spoke, "emergency medicines."


    After hanging up, he wanted to ask the photographers for help, but they had already gone back. There


    was nobody around.


    He hesitated for a moment.


    After the pile of wood was moved, Annabel looked at Chris'' small and pouty face. Eyes red, she weakly


    muttered, "Thank you...Young Master."


    Her voice was utterly weak and humble.


    Annabel had never once brought up the fact that he was her son, only referring to him as ''Young


    Master''. 1


    Chris did not like weak women; he did not particrly like Annabel. He merely helped her out of


    kindness. 1


    He asked, "Auntie, are you okay? Can you still stand up?"


    "I should...should be able to. Don''t mind me."


    Annabel struggled to remove the basket from her back and tried to stand up with difficulty.


    However, the back of her head was wounded with fresh blood oozing out of the wound. Her thigh under the pants


    was scratched, and it bled as well.


    As she tried to force herself to stand up, the blood dribbled rapidly. Suddenly, she became dizzy and fell right to the


    ground.


    Thunk!


    Annabel fainted.


    She passed out in her pool of blood.


    Anthony did not want to get involved, but if he chose not to act, the worms on the ground might crawl onto her,


    probably worsening her injuries.


    After hesitating for a while, he looked at his surroundings and saw a pair of pure ck farming gloves. He picked


    up the gloves and bent down to carry Annabel from the ground.


    Chris quickly opened the front door and considerately put on a clean mat on the bed.