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.

Mr. White, seeing Stuart's silent protest, waved his hand dismissively, "If you can't do it, then off you go. Don't block my business." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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

indifferent as he asked, "What needs to be

taken aback by Stuart's acceptance. Here in Windcharm Villas, home to the elite of Rosefrost Hollow, residents typically looked down on the likes of those who

Mr. White finally came to and said, "Start by getting all the fish into the pond, make sure they have

strode forward, lifting the heavy

be stopped by Stuart. "Your hand hasn't healed, no heavy lifting," he stated

to suppress his laughter, offered, "I'll

out of this," Stuart responded, as he emptied the bucket into

and stepping aside, wasn't really out of the willingness to help; it

He seems genuinely sorry, no need to make it harder." But Mr.

White pondered,

hesitated to speak, but

in his suit, preparing

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