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.

he quickly said, "My knife skills are pretty trash compared to Preston's. I'll get

quickly made his way upstairs, eager to avoid kitchen duty

felt like an eternity without a response, he just called out, "Preston, get down here! Ms. Dawson needs

Neil didn't forget to whisper at the door, "This is your chance to shine! I've set this up for you, so hurry up and open

came out of the opposite room, seeing Neil hovering at

your boss

Freya. Her hand is injured, and she can't hold

Neil could finish, a sharp noise from downstairs interrupted him. The sound

instantly opened his

have happened and muttered,

They all hurried down.

Freya bending over to pick up

group rushing down, still bent over, she

was speechless, having thought

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