Hans stood there, puzzled.

He had no idea what had just happened downstairs.

Freya was sitting on the couch, tucking away the ointment she had been applying.

In no time, Neil had returned from his grocery run.

As Neil walked in with two heavy bags, Freya said, "Just leave the stuff in the kitchen, I'll start cooking now."

"Are you sure you can handle the knife with your hand like that?"

Neil spoke up, "From a doctor's perspective, I'd really suggest you get someone else to chop the veggies. What if your hand slips and you cut yourself?" Freya hadn't considered this before Neil mentioned it, and suddenly realized she indeed needed someone to help her chop the vegetables.

So, naturally, her gaze fell on Neil.

said, "My knife skills are pretty trash compared to Preston's.

way upstairs, eager to avoid

what felt like an eternity without a response, he just called out, "Preston,

that, Neil didn't forget to whisper at the door, "This is your chance to shine! I've set

hovering at the door, and asked, "Dr. Anderson, what

to get your boss

Freya. Her hand is injured, and she can't hold a knife properly. Preston's knife

noise from downstairs interrupted him. The sound of a knife hitting the floor

instantly opened his door and rushed

realized what might have happened and muttered, "Oh

They all hurried down.

bending over to pick up the knife she

group rushing down, still

Neil was speechless, having thought she had actually hurt

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