Arnold Simmons parted his thin lips, uttering a single, cold word, "Hmm".
"Gosh!" Hannah frowned, retracting her hand, her dark pupils swirling with discontent and confusion. "I thought being insincere was my exclusive asset. When did Mr. Simmons start learning from me?"
Arnold said he wasn't upset but the atmospheric pressure around him was so low it almost congealed into ice.
As if he was afraid others wouldn't realize his dark mood.
Actually, he regretted expressing his emotions in that call the other day.
His youthful days were not enjoyable. After being taken back to the Simmons family by Old Sir Simmons, Arnold was plunged from one hell into another.
As an illegitimate child, insults and abuse came one after another, never ceasing. Everyone who saw such a despicable person wanted to step on him.
Even so, Arnold never disclosed his emotions to anybody. The most he would do was wear a sullen face, the fury in his eyes growing increasingly dense.
