The entire room fell silent.
They knew that what Sean had just said was indeed the illness Hayden was suffering from.
However, how could he tell?
At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Sean.
Initially, apart from Homer, no one cared about Sean.
Right now, however, they were all extremely interested in Sean.
Even so, Sean did not say anything as he quietly flipped through the menu.
It was as if he was seriously considering what to eat.
Click!
Hayden snapped his fingers.
"Waiter, get us one of everything on the menu. Let's make it a full-course meal!
"Mr. Lennon, you can eat whatever you want.
"Now, can you tell me about my illness?"
Hayden's eyes were filled with eagerness, and the arrogance from before had disappeared.
After all, only he knew his own illness best.
Only he knew the torture of it.
No one knew how much effort and money Hayden had spent on his body.
Now that there was finally a glimmer of hope, it was hard for him to remain calm.
"It's not good to be wasteful."
Sean closed the menu slowly and said calmly.
"Uh, this…
"Waiter, then pick the best set meal in your hotel and serve it."
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