"I'm sure Jim didn't mean to do this to you. Please don't hold this against him."
Rosalyn handed the bottle of medicine she had been holding to Sean and added, "This analgesic is very good; I use it myself. If it still hurts after you get home, you should take a dose of this."
A surge of warmth spread through Sean's heart at the sound of Rosalyn's soft, gentle voice. He paused for a moment before finally taking the bottle from her. "Thank... Thank you."
"I hear that you and your sister live in a poor part of town." Charles let out a sigh. "If you don't mind, I'm willing to help you and your sister find someplace new to live, and I can help you find a new job too.
"After all, you're Lucy's son, and it would be a pity if you continue working as a mechanic."
Finally, he added, "We also found out that your sister is sick, so if you ever need help in the future, feel free to come to us."
Charles and Rosalyn’s kind offer made Sean feel even more touched.
"This reminds me." All of a sudden, Rosalyn lifted her head to shoot Jim an accusing look. "Jim, you haven’t told me what happened between you and your brother that made you fight like this."
Jim rolled his eyes. "He's not my brother!"
He refused to call such an impulsive, stupid man his brother!
Rosalyn narrowed her eyes and shot him a murderous glare. "How can you even say this? Sean is your brother, and blood always runs thicker than water! Neither you nor Sean should've said this to the other person!"
Then, she furrowed her brows and said," Don't try to change the topic. Now tell me, why were you fighting?"
Sean furrowed his eyebrows when he heard Jim's accusations =g"
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