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.

Freya looking his way, he quickly said, "My knife skills are pretty trash compared to Preston's. I'll get him to come down and give you a

Neil quickly made his way upstairs, eager to avoid kitchen duty

like an eternity without a response, he just called out, "Preston, get down here!

whisper at the door, "This is your chance to shine!

opposite room, seeing Neil hovering at the door, and asked, "Dr. Anderson, what are you

get your

showcase his charm to Freya. Her hand is injured, and she can't hold a knife

finish, a sharp noise from downstairs interrupted him.

almost instantly opened his

have happened and muttered,

They all hurried down.

pick up the knife she had

looked up at the group rushing down, still bent

fell. Neil was speechless, having

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