"..." Anne Sutton rubbed her nose. 'I can't believe he saw right through me.'
She denied it. "That's not it. The Prescott men are eyeing me like prey right now, and I'm counting on you to have my back. If you were gone, who knows how they'd bully me."
'After all, Charles Prescott made it clear that as soon as Nathan Fawcett is gone, he'll make me get an abortion. I don't know what excuse I could possibly come up with then.'
Hearing this, Nathan Fawcett looked at her and said, "So that's how it is. No wonder you came to comfort me. Who would ever genuinely care about someone like me?"
"..." Anne Sutton looked at Nathan Fawcett. Recalling what happened tonight, she couldn't blame him for thinking that way.
She raised a hand and touched his face. "That Dr. Linden... she's nothing like she is on TV. She actually scared me a little today."
Even though she never said a single harsh word, her disdain for Nathan Fawcett was so obvious.
