Once Gwen and Kate were out of sight, Luke sighed and looked at Sean, who was sitting on the couch. "How are you doing?"
Sean lowered his head and looked at both of his bandaged hands. He smiled bitterly." So far so good. Just..." He waved his mummified hands. "Even eating on my own is a problem now. Otherwise, I won't need Kate to feed me."
Luke laughed. "That explains it. You're the first person Kate is willing to take care of after that person is gone."
It was not the first time Luke had asked Kate to take care of someone. It did not matter if it was a patient or any type of man -young or old, active or mature. Kate would always end up kicking them out, shutting them out completely. It was like her heart was locked up forever after that person left.
Although Kate never dared to mention that person nor allowed someone else to mention him, she always lied to herself that she had forgotten about him. However, Luke had been Kate's boss for a long time, and he knew everything about her. If Kate truly no longer cared about this person, why did she disallow other people to mention him?
Sean furrowed his brows. '"That person’? Who's that?"
Luke paused and realized he had spoken too much to him. Thus, he chuckled and said indifferently, "Nothing. Just Kate's old friend."
He then looked at Sean's hands. "I've asked the doctor about you, and he said with enough rest, your hands will be back to normal in a month or two. Under normal circumstances, it'll affect the maneuver unless you play the piano or are involved in delicate handwork."
Sean scoffed at Luke's explanation. "I have a pair of rough hands. Do you think I ever played the piano or did any delicate handwork?"
He experienced poverty ever since he was a child, coming from a poor family. Playing the piano was an activity for the rich. It was not that he never thought of it nor was jealous of other people, but he knew his family could not afford him to live such a life. Thus, he just gave up on it.
"But you're not anymore." Luke walked to the window =f%>PJY: looked at the gloomy sky. He sneered. "You’re now Charles and Rosalyn’s godson, Jim's equal, and the second young master of the Landry family. If you want to learn how to play the piano, the Landry family can easily support that."
Sean smiled bitterly at Luke's words.' Charles and Rosalyn's godson, huh? A young master of the Landry family, just like Jim? Am I worth it?'
"If I agree with them to be the second young master of the Landry family, it’s all because of Bonnie. They said that only the Landry family has the right to know about Bonnie’s condition, which is why I agreed to be part of the family. Everyone knows, however, that I don't carry the Landry family name, and I'm not related to Charles or Rosalyn in any way."
In addition, his dad, Richard was once Charles' love rival. Could Charles truly open his heart to accept a son from his love rival? Everyone knew the only reason
Rosalyn had let him stay in the Landry family was that she was a kind woman.
It would be funny if Sean forgot his origins and lived his life as the second young master of the Landry family.
Luke lifted his brows because of Sean's words.
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