Adam Ross lazily lifted his eyes slightly, lightly repeating with a certain wicked pleasure, "You heard correctly, Annie Anne had a child, the child is already four-years-old, and its biological father is Oliver Hudson, is...you."
After making certain he had not misheard, as Adam Ross predicted, a tremendous storm swept across the man's eyes.
The tall figure of a man swayed, stumbling a few steps almost unable to stay upright.
Adam Ross kindly reached out to steady him, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Oliver Hudson, perhaps, you really did mess up. Annie Anne can't remember some past events because she's ill, but you took this as an opportunity, a bargaining chip, seizing the chance to reunite with her."
"Have you ever thought about- if one day Annie Anne remembers everything, she will be unable to extricate herself from the ensuing pain?"