Miles Prescott turned his head. Seeing Anne Sutton and Nathan Fawcett, his tone lacked the politeness he had shown Nathan before. "What are you two doing here?"
Anne Sutton saw his worried expression and said, "Mr. Prescott, you were so smug in front of me just last night. I never thought your precious son would get his retribution so soon. It just goes to show, people should do fewer bad deeds."
Anne Sutton's words were undoubtedly rubbing salt in Miles Prescott's wound.
His face darkened. "Did you come all this way just to kick me while I'm down? Sean Sutton certainly raised a fine daughter!"
At this moment, even Miles Prescott, who was accustomed to wearing a fake smile, couldn't stop his true colors from showing. He looked like he wanted to strangle her.
Anne Sutton looked at him. "My, my, Mr. Prescott, have you lost your composure? Weren't you quite calm last night?"
Remembering the gentle facade he had put on in front of the hospital director, Anne Sutton felt disgusted.
