Clare Richardson's worries were not unfounded.
Her physical constitution would eventually draw attention.
"I know about you and Sister Emily's story, also about your deal with Dexter Blair," Clare said without being asked.
"Earlier, I thought you weren't good enough for Emily, but now, I think you're the only one fit for her, so you have to win."
"If I really can help improve your abilities...I... I feel like I should help."
Towards the end of her speech, Clare's voice was barely audible, like that of a mosquito.
"Don't be impulsive, and you're forbidden from having such thoughts," Ethan Smith rebuked sternly.
"I don't need your help, I can win against Dexter Blair. As for you... I'll do everything I can to protect you." Ethan squatted down to face her.
Seeing this, Clare swiftly replied, "You must promise. If anything happens to me, you'll be responsible."
"Alright, alright. I'm responsible," Ethan replied with a note of helplessness.
