The elderly woman couldn't hide her worry. "Sean, Claire's not in the best of spirits right now. You should try to comfort her more."
"Alright," Sean replied.
"And remember, she's been through a lot. Her heart is heavy. You need to show her more care, talk to her, and help her open up."
"Don't worry, Grandma, I've got it under control."
She continued to fuss over the details, reminding Sean to make sure Claire had some soup to sober up and to keep her warm at night, leaving nothing to chance.
Sean listened patiently, occasionally nodding in agreement.
Meanwhile, Claire had drunk herself into a stupor. She let go of the empty bottle in her hand, swaying unsteadily, on the verge of collapsing.
Sean quickly reached out to steady her, and she leaned into him, her whole body limp and her gaze hazy and bewildered. Looking up, she asked, "Who are you?"
Sean hurriedly ended the call and supported her. "You've had too much to drink."
But Claire seemed not to hear him. She wobbled her finger, pointing at his prominent nose, and slurred with utmost seriousness, "Ethan, right? You’re Lin! Yan! Shu!"
Suddenly, her emotions surged, and she frowned deeply. "Ethan, I hate you. You're not my brother. Get lost. I don’t need you as a brother anymore."
With that, she pushed Sean with all her might, though to him it was like a kitten’s scratch. But her own force made her lose her balance, and she started to fall backward.
Sean swiftly extended his arm and caught her slender waist.
"I'm not Ethan," he explained patiently.
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