Chapter 1782
After hearing that Sean had also prepared a New Year''s gift for Be, Louisa''s discontent finally
subsided a bit. Good for him, showing some sincerity.
"Hey, how about we add each other on WhatsApp?" Sean took out his phone.
No matter what, he needed to secure his sister''s contact info first, rather than going around cap in
hand, with no one willing to cough it up!
Arabe opened her QR code for him to scan. Once they were friended, Sean happilybeled her
contact as "Be" and then asked, "What''s your cell number?"
Arabe spoke a string of digits. After Sean called her to confirm, he said with indulgent affection, "This
is my number. Hit me up anytime you need something."
"I never thought Sean would be the earliest bird back home this year." Keh chuckled, "I was betting
on him to be thest one again."
"Mr. Collins, you got it all wrong about Sean. He rushed back just to see Be, even before he was fully
recovered," Steward chimed in with a timelypliment.
Keh''s mood brightened even further at his words. Turning to Sean, he said, "Since it''s New Year,
you should take the chance to rest up and spend some quality time with Be."
"That''s the n," Sean was eager to make his sister happy and salvage his tarnished image.
"Alright, you two catch up. I''m going to check on the kitchen crew, see if they can whip up a few extra
dishes," Louisa said as she stood up.
"It''s not every day Sean''s home. Maybe I should show off my cooking skills," Keh followed Louisa''s
lead.
"Let''s not risk it. The kid''s already hurt; we don''t want a case of food poisoning on our hands."
As their figures receded into the distance, Eunice suggested, "Bard, why don''t we take Mom and Dad
for a little tour around the ce?"
It had been quite a while since theirst visit, and some parts of the house had changed dramatically.
Bard, supporting Darren, and Eunice, linking arms with Belinda, left the room, leaving Sean to finally
address his sister with concern, "You haven''t answered my question."
He had refrained from pressing her in front of the family just now.
"About that explosion at the unfinished building, did you get hurt?" Sean fixed his gaze on his sister.
Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
He had shielded her during the fall, hitting his head and only catching a blurry glimpse of her bleeding
arm as she walked away.
At that moment, he had wanted her to stay, but then he cked out. Now, he wondered if it had been a
hallucination or if she really had been injured.
"It''s nothing serious."
Arabe''s calm reply allowed Sean to zero in, "So, you were really hurt? Your arm, was it here?"
As Sean moved to examine the injury, Arabe withdrew her hand, "The family doctor already took care
of it."
"When did it happen? How''d you get hurt?" Sean tried to recall, but when he had been pulling his sister
out of the building, he hadn''t noticed any injuries on her. When did it happen?
Arabe remembered being dragged down the stairs by him, the bullets whizzing past, grazing her
arm. But not wanting to worry Sean, she simply said, "Wasn''t paying attention, not sure how it
happened. The doctor said it''s nothing; it''ll heal soon."
Seeing his sister''s face remain as stoic and strong as ever, Sean couldn''t help but wonder what she
had been through over the years, to be soposed even after a bullet wound.
"Sean, you''re still recovering. You should smoke less," Arabe showed her concern.
Back at the building, when Sean arrived on the eighteenth floor, there was a faint smell of tobo on
him. Back then, he had just undergone surgery.
Sean didn''t expect his sister to have noticed such a detail and happily dered, "I’ll quit. I''m done with
it."
Steward''s eyes bulged, unsure if he had heard right. Quit, just like that? With Sean''s heavy addiction,
could he really do it?