Chapter 1709

“Sean, I know you can hear me. Your sister has been home for six months now, and you haven't

bothered to show up or even send a single gift. New year is around the corner, and we're going to

announce her to all our friends and family. You need to be here, do you understand? If I don't see you

in the next couple of days, you might just forget about this home, and drop the Collins name as well .

Don't even call me mom anymore!”

Steward heard Kenneth trying to calm Louisa down on the other end of the phone, “Honey, you can be

mad, but don't work yourself into a frenzy. Sit down, take a deep breath.”

As he saw Mrs. Collins so worked up, but found it impossible to tell her that Sean was on the brink of

uncovering some leads about a fire incident abroad, he had no choice but to explain, “Mrs. Collins, it’s

not that Sean doesn’t want to come home, it’s just that he’s sick. He just had surgery and is currently

on IV fluids.”

“What? He is sick? When did this happen? Is it serious? Why did he need surgery?” Louisa's tone

shifted to one of concern, “Why is he dealing with this alone? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“He didn’t want to worry you both.”

“The way you guys kept secrets from me makes me worry more!”

“He’s in post-surgery recovery, and just needs to rest for some more days.”

“Let him come home to recuperate! Your sister, she’s a whiz, who was known as Dr. Bell. She’s the one

who cured your grandparents.”

Before Louisa could finish, Sean blurted out, “What did you say?”

Steward, who thought he misheard it as well, paused for a while and said, “Ma’am, do you mean Ms.

Collins is Dr. Bell?”

“Yes!” Louisa affirmed over the phone, “You boys haven’t been home, so we didn’t tell you. Her medical

skills are exceptional; she even cured Phillip McMillian!”

“Does she look a bit like you, fair-skinned with long hair?” Sean asked urgently.

“Nonsense, she’s my daughter; of course she looks like me!”

Sean pressed on in disbelief, “Is she rather aloof, with a temper?”

“What temper? Your sister couldn’t be sweeter, the darling of the house and the treasure of us!”

Sean continued, “Is she good in fighting?”

“What are you talking about? Your sister is gentle and kind! She’s no thug. Can’t you have a better

imagination about your sister? What kind of descriptions are those?”

“You just said she’s Dr. Bell??” Sean felt his heart clench.

“Yes, and let me tell you, she's not only just Dr. Bell but also the renowned artist Mirabelle. You’ve seen

the Christmas gift she sent you; I bet it’s better than any of the world-famous paintings we have at

home!”

Sean’s mind went blank. The item Hans passed on to him was so precious.

And he...

Sean abruptly ended the call and urged Steward to dial the club manager.

“Find out where that painting ended up!”

It was a painting his sister had made for him.

And he hadn't even looked at it!

As soon as the call got connected, Sean snatched Steward’s phone immediately and demanded,

“Where’s the painting I left behind that day??”

The club manager, startled by Sean's direct questioning, stammered, “Sir, you said you didn’t want it. I

reminded you that evening that you’d left something in the club.”

“So you lost it???” Sean’s voice was tinged with desperation.