"Why is it that all of you have the liberty to dictate my life? Why do you all get to choose and decide for me? I'm tired of being lectured. I don't want anyone's advice or suggestions. I'm not a child, Danny," Hera said in a much calmer tone, but she sounded exasperated. Her eyes pleaded with Danny to let her be, a subtle way to tell him not to interfere.
Danny seemed like he wanted to say something but decided against it. Pursing his lips into a thin line, he nodded. Judging by the scowl taking over his facial features, Hera could tell he didn't encourage her attitude.
