Sean Lowell had never had any contact with Summer Fairmont, so he had no way of knowing that for Summer, the childhood memories she had chosen to forget were untouchable.
Artie was watching as Summer was about to reach a breaking point.
Summer's breaking point would not be like Artie's direct outburst.
She would only lock herself up alone.
No sound at all, and she wouldn't let anyone come near.
At such times, if Artie was not present, she would be powerless, but The Pouting Siren would never allow such things to happen under her watch.
"Ah, brother, what is it, faux reputation... uh... Master Sean Lowell woke up, shouldn't you go find a doctor?" I heard what the master meant, as if he intended to leave later, but didn't the doctor say to stay in the hospital for two days for observation?" Artie spoke, diverting Summer's emotions, which might explode at any moment.
After arranging what Leo needed to do, The Devilish Lolita seamlessly started preparing for Summer: "Ah Summer, Artie came in a hurry just now and left the disinfectant and stuff in the car, can you help Artie get it please?"
Artie made a begging gesture at Summer.
With a pitiful look as if the moment Summer delayed agreeing, she would directly succumb to a "tiny" case of compulsive cleanliness.
Summer said nothing and just turned and left.
Behind Summer, Artie snapped her fingers silently and mouthed "done."
Artie took less than half a minute to clear the room of everyone except for the patient and herself.
Skilled at managing the situation, The Pouting Siren quickly switched to a different approach: "Master Sean Lowell, would you like to lie down and rest a bit?"
Artie's reminder woke Sean Lowell as if from a dream.
Sean looked down at the "pendant" in his hand and responded lightly to Artie's suggestion to lie down: "Sitting is fine for me."
"Then let me raise the bed a little so it's easier for you to lean," Artie tried to make amends for her previous oversight.
She couldn't do big things.
But the small things should always be taken care of.
"Thank you."
Watching Summer's retreating figure, the anticipation in Sean's eyes faded, leaving only disappointment.
Sean tucked the button necklace back under his collar.
Seeing Sean close his eyes, full of disappointment and helplessness, The Pouting Siren's protective instincts surged unexpectedly.
Unaware of why, and not knowing where it would lead.
"It's like this, don't be too upset, I didn't deliberately stop you from speaking more with Summer," Artie hesitated on how to explain to Sean why she had sent Summer away:
"Summer's growing environment was a bit complex, and she doesn't know herself nor wants to mention the past."
Sean opened his eyes with a hard-to-detect hint of a smile.
That smile held no warmth, yet conveyed sufficient understanding.
The disappointment in Sean's eyes was not because he wanted to blame anyone.
He was disappointed because he was wrong again.
There was no way his sister would completely forget their Love Button promise.
From making the "necklace" for him to being taken away by their mother, his sister would emphasize at least twenty times a day that the button needed to be returned.
The Devilish Lolita couldn't quite handle the expression on Sean's face.
What kind of spell had she fallen under to throw water on someone whose eyes were filled only with kindness and sorrow?
"That... what I just said was the bad news. But there's good news too!" Artie tried hard to change the atmosphere:
"Everything Summer knows, Artie also basically knows, if you have anything to ask, you can ask me. As long as it's not private, I'll tell you. Consider it... consider it as making up to you... is that alright?" The Pouting Siren quickly made her decision.
Artie's pouting wasn't indiscriminate. She only went all out with it when Summer and Leo were present.
If she was alone or felt something was very important, she wouldn't prioritize whether her pouting skills had improved.
Despite some uncertainty in The Devilish Lolita's heart: the things Summer didn't want to recall, if Artie helped shield her, Summer shouldn't be angry, right?
"Nothing else to ask. Thank you." Sean's answer was still calm.
Even though he was talking right in front of you, his voice seemed to come from a distant place.
It's that same calmness.
Some people's calmness is bland and tasteless.
Another kind of calmness comes after indifference to fame and gain, light as breezes and clouds.
"Are you... mad at Artie?" Artie didn't know how to explain.
"How could I be? It's not your fault." Sean glanced at Artie.
Perhaps to soothe the unease in Artie's eyes, Sean Lowell spoke once again before closing his eyes: "If it truly is my sister, Summer Lowell, she will definitely remember this necklace. Gordon Sterling said my life is like a joke, and I think he's right."
Sean Lowell is not a hysterical person; he's always been a people-pleaser who never speaks ill of others.
With 19.8 million fans of The Dump Me Alliance as proof, Sean has never spoken poorly of any wine.
There are always critics who say that The Divine Palate avoids offending wineries and that all the major wineries are the real bread and butter of Lowe-Fairmont Tipples.
But Sean never sees himself as the invincible "Divine Palate."
He is habitually inclined to only say good things.
Unfortunately, he can't even manage to please his own father.
This is why Sean always has deep doubts about his charm.
Having long been in a state of "self-cultivation," Sean hasn't had the chance to fully understand himself.
Even though he's indeed the same person, Sean has never associated himself with The Jilted, who is adored by millions.
He's just a serene winemaker.
An artisan who, to escape Stockholm Syndrome, began to delve into the art of winemaking.
"Uh... well... actually it's Artie's fault, really, it's all because Artie made you misunderstand."
Artie Vaughn cleared her throat twice, quickly adjusting her tone.
She had been using her usual wheedling tone with Leo Vaughn and Summer Fairmont these past days, had she been indiscriminately using it now?
Or was she stirred by this composed man's demeanor?
"Just relax for a bit, let me tell you a story, okay? You can decide whether to forgive me after listening."
"I didn't expect someone to try to claim kin merely because of a name... uh... I'm not saying you're a joke, though."
The Devilish Lolita never intended to deliberately hide her mistakes.
Even if the truth might dash her hopes for what she intended to do upon returning home this time.
"No worries. Using my life to bring others a smile is also a way to add meaning to life."
As The Jilted, I was already the closest existence to a joke in this world.
What does it matter if there's one more or one less laugh?
Sean enjoys his current life.
No need to please anyone, no need to force oneself.
Occasionally, a small surprise can remind him of that light from childhood, which in itself is a form of fortune.
"It's not like that, I completely understand how a brother wants to find his sister. I'm the one who accidentally misled you," Artie said, feeling the need to explain: "Artie can guarantee to you it was absolutely not intentional, you have to believe that."
Artie raised three fingers, making a swearing gesture.
"It's okay. It's really my problem; you don't need to mind it," Sean realized that under these circumstances, resting with his eyes closed was not possible.
Yet, he seemed not to mind this kind of "earthly vibe."
"That's not right! I could not have known in advance that you would hear my call with Summer. That should prove Artie wasn't deliberately mentioning Summer Fairmont, right?" The Devilish Lolita emphasized once more.
Even if Sean didn't mind, she still felt the need to clarify.
In The Pouting Siren's view, this was the basis for all ensuing conversations.
"Right." Since comforting was useless, Sean decided to go with the flow.
"Then just relax and listen while I explain. You just need an ear to listen with, and remember to give all of your other senses a good rest, okay?" Artie did not wait for Sean's agreement before laying the bed flat.
"Summer has always been a Scotswoman."
"When the two of us met, Summer didn't know a single Chinese character or speak a word of Chinese."
"As such, Summer couldn't possibly have a Chinese name. I saw her student ID; it had 'Sommer Diwu' written on it."
"'Sommer' means 'summer' in German, so I just called her Summer."
"As for 'Diwu,' I thought translating it to something like 'Diwu' or 'Solar Gang' was too complex."
"Given Summer's Chinese proficiency at the time, following the principle of simplification, I translated it as 'Diwu.'" "
"To my embarrassment, I didn't know when I came up with the Chinese name 'Summer Fairmont' that 'Diwu' is actually a surname."
"Two years ago, I inadvertently saw 'Diwu' at the bottom of a list of hundred family names and thought it was destiny."
"Even the heavens agreed to let me lure Summer to Celestar."
Upon hearing this, Sean once again felt a tinge of doubt: "She clearly looks like she's from Celestar; how could she be Scottish?"
If upon first seeing Summer Fairmont, he had realized she was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl, Sean, no matter how feverish, could never have said "You look especially like my mother," with such a disastrous opening line.