NovelAppAfter hearing that Sean had also prepared a New Year's gift for Bella, Louisa's discontent finally subsided a bit. Good for him,
showing ssincerity.
"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!
Arabella opened her QR code for him to scan. Once they were friended, Sean happily labeled her contact as "Bella" and then
asked, "What's your cell number?"
Arabella spoke a string of digits. After Sean called her to confirm, he said with indulgent affection, "This is my number. Hitup
anytyou need something."
"I never thought Sean would be the earliest bird back hthis year." Kenneth chuckled, "I was betting on him to be the last one
again."
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"Mr. Collins, you got it all wrong about Sean. He rushed back just to see Bella, even before he was fully recovered," Steward chimed
in with a timely compliment.
Kenneth'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 squality twith Bella."
"That's the plan," 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 | should show off my cooking skills," Kenneth 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
place?"
It had been quite a while since their last visit, and sparts of the house had changed tically.
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.
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 blacked out. Now, he wondered if it had been a hallucination or if she
really had been injured.
"It's nothing serious."
Arabella'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, Arabella withdrew her hand, "The family doctor already took care of it."
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"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?
Arabella 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 so composed even after a bullet wound.
"Sean, you're still recovering. You should smoke less," Arabella showed her concern.
Back at the building, when Sean arrived on the eighteenth floor, there was a faint smell of tobacco on him. Back then, he had just
undergone surgery.
Sean didn't expect his sister to have noticed such a detail and happily declared, "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?
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