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Sean nodded slightly. "I know. I'll handle it on my own. You go first. I'll be there on the day of the wedding. That's all for now. I'll go take a look at Simon." "Okay." Daisy took the suit jacket from him and put it in the cloakroom. When she came out to ask the kitchen to get dinner ready, Sean was no longer in the room. It was very quiet in Simon's room. Simon leaned against the headboard and stared at the window. He seemed to be admiring the scenery outside the window. Sean had only seen him so tranquil and melancholy before he was five years old. Sean felt a dull pain in his heart. He walked over with soft steps. "Sim." Sean called Simon's nickname. For so many years, they had already grown up into mature men. Their good family and the unique education had made them extraordinary. It had been a long time since Sean had called him Sim. Simon wasn't surprised at all when he heard it. It was as if Sean's affection and care were exactly what he needed. "Yes." Simon did not look at Se