He tossed the used tissue into a nearby trash can and sat to the side, maintaining his usual aloof demeanor.
Hannah blinked, shifted slightly towards Arnold Simmons, and asked him again, "Mr. Simmons, are you angry?"
This time, his expression shifted slightly, the corner of his mouth curving upwards. But instead of appearing more amiable, he seemed even more threatening.
His gaze was dark but calm like a still lake, and he opened his thin lips to ask, "What do you think I am angry about?"
Chewing on her lower lip, Hannah thought for a moment before shaking her head, "I can't figure it out."
He gave a low chuckle, his dark eyes firmly fixed on the girl in the hospital bed, "Then keep thinking, until you figure it out."
His determination seemed relentless, reminiscent of his attitude when he first met her.
He was indeed angry.
Angry that she had been hurt,
and even more furious that she was being singled out in the show and didn't tell him.
