Sean Lowell was amazed at how different Artie Vaughn seemed compared to when he had spoken to him earlier.
"Ahem, ahem..." Even Leo Vaughn, who was used to this, couldn't take it: "This isn't our home."
"Ah right, this is the hospital, huh? So Artie is just waiting to take Summer home, and then cuddle up everywhere, right?" Artie looked eagerly at Summer Fairmont, hoping she'd change her mind.
Dr. William Walsh had the impulse to flee; it was the first time he had seen someone like The Devilish Lolita, whose antics were as beguiling as an Enchantress.
Artie's antics made everyone present deeply aware there was a girl being coquettish.
Beyond that, no one could really remember what they were discussing initially.
This, perhaps, is the magical power of The Pouting Siren.
One second of silence.
Two seconds of silence.
Three seconds of silence.
"Let's go." Summer Fairmont's every word and action radiated with coolness.
Artie's charming coquetry filled the room, but couldn't influence Summer Fairmont's temperament.
As long as Summer Fairmont wanted, she had an unparalleled immunity to The Pouting Siren's charm.
Summer Fairmont wasn't "ruthless" enough to completely disregard Artie, but Sean gave her an indescribable feeling.
That feeling wasn't like when Artie brought a loud friend from Scotland to join in eating Summer Fairmont's cooking.
No matter how much Artie and her friend chatted, as long as Summer Fairmont didn't talk, everything would pass.
She actually quite enjoyed watching Artie and her friend devour the food, not forgetting to give a thumbs-up and praise her cooking.
Expressionless on the face, but joyful in the heart.
Only Sean's questions and the way he looked at her were outside Summer Fairmont's realm of acceptance.
Summer Fairmont didn't want the cloud in her heart to block the sun's light, not even once.
Summer Fairmont's unusual persistence left Artie feeling a bit at a loss.
When neither her brother nor Summer were around, The Devilish Lolita's ideas multiplied like a Pandora's box.
But if either of them was nearby, The Devilish Lolita would regress to a state incapable of independent thought and living.
If both were there, then Artie would feel having a brain was redundant.
Artie looked at Leo with her big, glistening eyes.
As if if Leo didn't help, she'd burst into tears the next second just for him.
Leo felt a bit helpless, but this didn't affect his doting on his sister. He mouthed a response to Artie.
Leo silently uttered three words: "I'll try."
The Nation's Gentleman blocked Summer Fairmont's way: "May I have a moment?"
At such times, having a gentlemanly brother was invaluable; he knew what you wanted without you having to say it.
"You just landed, and my sister already told my mom she wants to bring you back home. My mom got up early today to prepare a midnight snack for you."
Early. Preparing. Midnight snack.
These were the points Leo sought to emphasize with his words.
And explained the first reason for Artie's urgency.
Artie definitely wasn't the kind to want to bring back just anybody home.
Sean might not have known whether Artie and Summer Fairmont had made any prior arrangements.
But from Summer Fairmont's arrival and Artie's reactions, the fuss seemed correlated to Sean's current hospital situation.
Sean felt Summer Fairmont was bothered by Artie saying she wanted to bring him home.
Sean didn't want to cause misunderstandings or unnecessary trouble because of himself.
Having fainted at the club earlier had already caused significant trouble for The Vaughn Siblings and Summer Fairmont.
Sean expanding this trouble was certainly not his style.
More than that, he hadn't originally intended to visit The Vaughn Siblings' home.
"If it's not too much trouble, could Mr. Vaughn please send me back to the club where I didn't get a chance to eat?"
Sean didn't have a phone; otherwise, he wouldn't necessarily need someone to keep him company like a "Little Princess" waiting for Gordon Sterling.
But he also couldn't just randomly find a place or hail a taxi.
Though Sean never thought of himself as someone highly sought after.
But each year during the journey "into the city," Gordon had many reminders, telling The Jilted not to appear casually in public places. If caught by The Dump Me Alliance once, there'd be countless other times.
Leo glanced at Sean, gallantly indicating that he had heard Sean's request.
But Leo didn't respond with whether Sean could or couldn't; The Nation's Gentleman directly passed the question to Dr. Walsh: "Dr. William Walsh, can Master Sean Lowell be discharged now?"
"Certainly not now. Look at the intravenous stay needle I asked the nurse to use; it indicates at least two days of intravenous injection. Currently, besides the fever, the patient also exhibits signs of exhaustion."
Dr. Walsh pointed to Sean's hand with the IV drip before continuing: "So, beyond the fever medication, I've administered amino acids, levamisole, and gamma globulin to achieve the desired effect of boosting immunity."
"Dr. Walsh, you know my mother's health has always been poor, so our household always has a nurse. If it's just the drip, can we take Master Sean Lowell home for our nurse's care rather than sending him directly back to the club?"
Though Leo spoke to Dr. Walsh, maybe only 10% was intended for the doctor.
The remaining 60% was addressed to Summer Fairmont, 30% to Master Sean Lowell.
From the Nation's Gentleman's perspective, the key issue now was that Artie had just invited Summer Fairmont home, and then extended the invitation to Sean.
This made Artie bringing people home seem like a routine matter.
But in reality, Artie rarely brought friends home.
It's true Talia Tate was hospitable, but her health didn't allow her to host guests frequently.
Unless it was a very important friend, Artie would only go out for a gathering at most.
"Uh-huh, that's right! Artie wants to make up for the big mistake she made." With her brother's help, The Pouting Siren was in full swing.
After updating Sean's admission records, Dr. William Walsh wasted no time, immediately acting upon his inner urge to flee.
"Why did Dr. Walsh leave like that, huh? Didn't he give us his final advice?" Artie looked all innocent, perfectly matching her Lolita face.
Artie ran out, wanting to keep Dr. Walsh and follow her brother's lead; if Summer Fairmont insisted on leaving, she planned to act as the barricade tiger.
Artie rushed to the ward's entrance only to be blocked by the stance of the people outside, ready to enter.
The Pouting Siren was so startled she forgot to turn around, directly backpedaling several steps to give way to the newcomers.