Flower quickly sat up on the bed, her frown deepening. "What I did to you? Aren't you even supposed to be thankful to me?"
"Thankful?" Charles chuckled. "And why should I be?"
Flower's frustration was evident as she stood up, facing Charles with determination in her eyes. "I helped you last night when you were drunk and didn't even thank me. I changed your clothes and made sure you were comfortable. The least you can do is show some gratitude."
Charles sneered. "Well, maybe I didn't even want your help. Who asked you to change my clothes anyway? I can take care of myself."
Flower's eyes widened in surprise. "You... You didn't want my help?" she stammered, feeling a pang of hurt and confusion.
"No, I didn't. And I don't need it now!" Charles shot back, his tone sharp and unforgiving.
