Indeed, Morwenna couldn't help but notice Stuart's frown deepening.

He towered over the scene before him, observing the floundering fish with the detached curiosity of a god scrutinizing ants.

The thought of Stuart, with his refined demeanor, engaging in the act of killing a fish was beyond Morwenna's imagination.

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In the next moment, Stuart surprised everyone by grabbing an apron and tying it around his waist.

The apron, previously adorned by Morwenna with its delicate lace, looked utterly ridiculous on Stuart, more akin to a child's dress-up than anything else.

Morwenna, who had been worried about a potential clash between Stuart and Mr. White, couldn't suppress a laugh at the sight.

Orson, who had been watching wide-eyed, couldn't contain himself and turned away, chuckling.

tagging along, never expecting to witness such

his tone indifferent as he asked, "What needs to

Villas, home to the elite of Rosefrost Hollow, residents typically looked down on the likes of those who peddled vegetables

into the pond, make sure they have enough oxygen,

forward, lifting the heavy bucket

to help, only to be stopped

to suppress his laughter, offered, "I'll help

Stuart responded, as he emptied the

stepping aside, wasn't really out of the willingness

should let it go. He seems genuinely sorry, no need to make it harder." But Mr. White was unyielding, "Why should

pondered, then fell

to speak, but Stuart had

of him dressed in his suit, preparing to deal

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