Jimmy Simmons's expression was far from pleasant, the smile at the corner of his mouth twisted with malice.
Hannah leaned against Arnold Simmons's shoulder, her eyelashes quivering slightly, as a warm, large hand covered her head.
Gently rubbing the head of his little girl, recognizing the cunning amidst her subtle movements, Arnold Simmons didn't call her out, but said in a deep voice, "They are all younger relations, and it's good of you not to mind. There wasn't much affection to speak of in the first place, so there's no talk of destruction."
Their coordinated performance pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a whole new level.
Jimmy Simmons, not getting any advantage, only fixed his gaze on Hannah, but his smile became increasingly obvious, his eyes, tinged with malice, slightly narrowed. He finally spoke, "It's my fault, I do hope my little aunt won't be mad at me."
