[Margaret's POV]
Although Donald's tone wasn't particularly polite when he said these words, I just knew that he had no intention of holding a grudge over Henry's matter anymore.
Donald wasn't a petty person; the unpleasantness of the night had been resolved, thanks to Henry's timely apology.
When Henry left the hospital alone, he seemed in relatively good spirits.
I watched the hospital room door gently close and looked up at Donald standing beside me.
The young and handsome Lycan King didn't seem to be affected by the recent events. After adjusting the blanket over me, he slowly sat down in a nearby chair.
After a moment of thought, I asked, "Are you okay, my dear? Don't think about those things that upset you anymore, okay? Let's talk about our own matters!"
Upon hearing my words, Donald raised his beautiful and clear eyes, looking at me tenderly and slyly, "Do I look that unhappy to you?"
I was slightly startled and didn't immediately grasp what he meant by his question.
