The two of them seemed to have suddenly returned to many years ago.
When the truth hadn't yet been cruelly revealed.
"Annie, I won't agree to your discharge from the hospital, don't be willful."
Oliver Hudson spoke softly and gently, his palm sliding down as he stroked her hair. He had intended to encircle Annie Anne's waist, but his movement abruptly stiffened upon hearing her next words.
"But I didn't agree when you exposed our relationship to the media, and yet you still did it, didn't you? Uncle, should I blame you for being willful?"
Annie Anne struggled out of Oliver Hudson's arms and pushed him away from her with her palm against his chest.
Her eyes still appeared innocent and pure, yet the smile playing at her lips seemed to mock Oliver Hudson's actions.
"Who told you?" Oliver Hudson lowered his voice.
