The next morning, Cecilia kicked open Sean's door with a look of rage on her little face.
"My lady, what's wrong now?" Sean feigned innocence and asked.
"You liar!" Little Cecilia glared at Sean with intense hostility, and if looks could kill, Sean felt he would have been riddled with bullets by now. "I knew your words couldn't be trusted!"
At this point, Cecilia's nose started twitching, and her teary-eyed appearance was genuinely heart-wrenching.
"Alright, I was wrong," Sean said, feeling a twinge of guilt. He walked over and picked up Cecilia, who was crying.
"But I really did it for your own good. Even though it was uncomfortable and painful when you first drank that wine, you didn't experience the agony of a hangover, right? And didn't you notice that your physical endurance and willpower improved after drinking that wine?"
"No! Liar!" Cecilia cried. "It just hurts even more!"
