"Do you know who you're talking to?" Ryan Anderson was fuming, his chest tight with anger from being scolded by this little girl. His face was stern, the corners of his mouth trembling from rage.
Usually, when the girl argued with people, her words were sharp and fast, and no one had ever bested her except for Charles. Now, this random uncle came looking for trouble, so why should she hold back?
"What? You don't even know your own name? Expecting others to tell you?" Rosie Scott said mockingly as she slowly stood up from the hospital bed, looking down at the uncle at the bedside. In terms of height and aura, she lost nothing.
Charles lifted his eyelids to look at the big and small duo in front of him, finding it incredibly childish. He moved his wheelchair to grab the water and medicine placed at the bedside, handing them over where Rosie Scott could reach. It was the least he could do: "Take your medicine."
"I won't take it. I'm not sick."
