Hearing this, Clara Grant's eyes went wide and she puffed up her cheeks. "Something to confess to me? You're hiding something else from me?"
Seth Quinn nodded. "But you have to promise you won't get angry after I tell you."
Clara was exasperated. "I have to promise not to get angry, and now you're making demands? Is that the proper attitude for someone who's about to confess something?"
Feeling guilty, Seth peeked at her but didn't answer. Instead, he shifted his arm, grimaced, and hissed in a sharp breath. Looking at Clara, he managed a single word: "Hurts!"
To Clara, his tone and expression were a strange mix of pitiable and pleading.
'This guy, he's actually learned this trick!'
Clara glanced at his injury and sighed in resignation. "Fine, I promise you. I absolutely won't get angry, alright? Now, what is it?"
"It's, it's just… about us getting married. Everyone in the Quinn Family… they've actually known for a long time…"
