Her face bore traces of calm indifference; in fact, she didn't even open her eyes, simply listening to the roaring voice in the darkness.
Yes, Zaiden Santos seemed very angry.
"Mr. Santos, you could have easily made a call to someone who cares about you instead of letting off steam here. Yes, I'm tired. I don't want to look after you anymore. Bringing you to the hospital was the extent of my kindness. I don't love you, so I won't take care of you. You needn't guilt-trip me."
"Make a call to someone who cares about me? You mean you never cared about me." The man on the other end had reached his limit; he was restraining his words and temper.
"I'm someone who wants to divorce you; do you think I would care about you?"
"Ann Nolan, you really said that."
"Are you angry? I'm angry too. Mr. Santos, why won't you sign the papers? It's better for everyone, isn't it?"
"To let you be with Evan Guerrero?"
"Stop being so damn unreasonable!"
