My Killing President
Chapter 370 Identity 1

At that time, the grandmother said, "All right then, I'll get someone to handle your discharge procedures and send you home!" "There's no need, grandma. My brother will be picking me home later today!" Annabelle said.

The more she behaved that way, the more the grandmother was worried that something happened between the two of them. Not only that, it was a serious conflict!

She stared at Alistair and the grandson was looking intently at Annabelle. The both of them couldn't come up with anything to persuade her.

Half an hour later, Annabelle went out the room.

Alistair was anxious and he simply plucked out the infusion needles on him.

"Annabelle!" At that time, Alistair's voice rang from behind.

When Annabelle heard him, she didn't stop and continued to walk.

Alistair was frustrated and he hurried his steps and grabbed hold of her.

Annabelle had just removed her plaster and she was walking carefully. When Alistair grabbed her arm, she turned over.

"Annabelle, you..."

"President Mu, can't you be gentler? Are you aware that I just removed my plaster?" Annabelle looked at the man and said. The woman's tone was indifferent and unemotional.

Alistair stared at her and his eyebrows lowered. All the words that he had prepared to say was stuck in his throat after hearing her reply.

"Annabelle, are you angry at me?" Finally, Alistair broke the silence with his question.

"Of course not!" Annabelle seemed to be undisturbed at all. The woman simply smiled back, "Why should I be angry at you?"

"If you aren't angry at me, why would you get discharged all of a sudden?!" Alistair asked. The man had a strong intuition that Annabelle was angry at him. Not only that, her attitude had completely and utterly frustrated him.

"Shouldn't I get discharged after I recover? Moreover, it isn't comfortable to stay in the hospital. I would rather rest at home!" Annabelle said.

Alistair frowned and he examined her expression carefully, trying to find a hint of her feelings. However, all the man observed was her irritation.

"Was it because of what I said that you got angry!?" Alistair asked.

When Annabelle heard that, she chuckled, "Why would I? I don't even remember what happened yesterday!"

Don't even remember?

When Alistair heard that, he was offended.

"Annabelle..."

"Alright now, president Mu, others might misunderstand us if you do this!" After saying that, Annabelle broke free from Alistair's grab and she looked at him, "Let me clarify once again: I wasn't angry and I wasn't offended. You don't have to feel bad about what you did yesterday. Because, I was nothing but an after-meal chitchat for me. It meant nothing at all!" Annabelle stared at Alistair and enunciated.

And so, everything that Alistair wanted to say was stuck inside his throat.

He looked at Annabelle and his sharp gaze was about to pierce through the woman. The man was boiling in rage but he had no way to vent it out. All he could do was to stare at Annabelle.

""Is that true?"

Annabelle nodded smilingly, "Of course!"

Damn it!

He didn't need to see her smiling face right now!

But yet, she was smiling so unemotionally!

Alistair had an inexplicable bitterness in his heart. "Annabelle!"

At that moment, there was a voice calling out from behind.

When the two of them heard that, they turned their heads back together and they saw Ralphy walking towards them.

"Bro!" When Annabelle saw her brother, her lips curled up to a smile.

Ralphy walked over and stood beside Annabelle, and then the man looked at Alistair and said, "President Mu, long time no see!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐