Bobby's face turned bright red, not because of pain, but because his pride was hurt.
If anyone else had dared to hit him like this, he would have fired up immediately.
Bobby's pale little face remained tense, and one could vaguely see the outline of a future heartbreaker. He pursed his lips tightly, stubbornly glaring with those identical eyes and said, "Anyway, I'm not going back to the hotel!"
"But you still need to take your medicine, right?" Enna Clark knew he felt guilty and didn't force him to leave.
Bobby's taut lips finally relaxed a bit, "This is a hospital, there's medicine everywhere, I don't have to go back to the hotel to take it. I'll take it right here."
Enna Clark touched his still cool forehead, estimating he had a low fever, and added, "You also need to sleep in the hospital for a while."
"I..."
"If you don't agree, I'll call Hayes and have him take you back." On this matter, Enna Clark was not negotiating.
