The man lowered his head to check the time, "You told me you'd be out for only two hours, but it's already been four."
He remained unperturbed, even wearing a smile on his face. Donna Ward knew very well that he must be angry.
After doing the math, indeed she had broken her promise. She had agreed to be back within two hours, but she ended up taking four.
Looking at Arnold Simmons in this state, it appeared that he had been waiting for her the entire time.
Feeling a tad guilty, she suddenly crouched down, clutching her knee which was hit earlier, and extended her hand to the man, "Ah, my leg hurts so much. I think I can't handle this anymore. Mr. Simmons, come and hold me!"
Her acting was convincing, however, she couldn't muster up any tears.
Arnold Simmons watched quietly, reaching out to pick up the water cup beside him and taking a nonchalant sip, "No playing the victim."
