Stuart''s room in Hetfield''s Homestead had always been preserved, but now it looked no different


    from a guest room, stripped of anything personally important to him. Yet, as he stared at the soft


    pink hues decorating the room, he couldn''t help but pause in momentary bewilderment.


    Turning to Morwenna, who followed him in, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did you get Grandpa


    to do this?"


    Before Morwenna could respond, Norbert approached and interjected, "Actually, I took the liberty of


    arranging this. This is your new room. If you''re not satisfied, feel free to choose another."


    Norbert was clearly displeased with Stuart. Although Morwenna was somewhat forced upon Stuart


    by him, she was a wonderful girl, and in Norbert''s view, Stuart should at least not mistreat her.


    Had this been any other time, Stuart would have simply walked away, never keen on returning to


    Hetfield''s Homestead. But today, he surprisingly replied, "I’m quite pleased, actually."


    With that, he pulled Morwenna into the room.


    Norbert tried to follow, but Stuart quickly shut the door behind them and locked it.


    Outside, Norbert’s eyebrows nearly shot up to his hairline in surprise. He had just heard what


    sounded like satisfaction from Stuart, and saw him holding Wenna’s hand. Was Stuart in a good


    mood today?


    Curious, Norbert pressed his ear against the door, trying to catch snippets of the conversation


    inside. Unfortunately, the soundproofing was too effective, and he couldn''t hear a thing. Frustrated,


    he muttered, "I''ll rece this door tomorrow." Despite his words, a slight chuckle escaped him. He


    had told Wenna that divorce was an option if things got unbearable, but deep down, he hoped they


    would manage to live well together. It seemed there might still be hope.


    Inside the room, Stuart sat on a pastel yellow sofa—an odd sight, a burly man against the delicate


    furniture.


    Morwenna frowned slightly. "Stuart, why did you pull me in here? If you''re going to bring up my past


    again, I won’t be so forgiving," she warned. She was ready to set him straight if he crossed the line


    again.


    "Morwenna," Stuart began, causing her expression to freeze momentarily. Every time he said her


    name like that, she felt a bit on edge.


    She stepped back, wary. "What is it now?" She remembered her friends back in the vige warning


    her about men’s promises, saying they were not to be trusted at all.


    Now, she believed those words. Men were untrustworthy.


    She feared Stuart was about to spout more pretentious affection, which she found fake and didn’t


    want to hear.


    Instead, Stuart simply looked into her eyes and said, "I think the wound on my back might be


    infected. Could you take a look?"


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    Morwenna’s expression changed immediately. "What? Didn’t Fletcher treat itst night?"


    She had specifically asked Fletcher to check on Stuart’s wounds. If there was an infection, Fletcher


    should have informed her.


    Without saying another word, Stuart turned around and took off his shirt, exposing the stained and


    bloodied white bandages that wrapped his back—a shocking sight.


    rm raised in her voice, she eximed, "You mean the bandages got wet after you fell into the


    water yesterday and weren’t changed? Didn’t Fletcher change themst night?"


    "No," Stuart answered tly, unflinchingly honest.


    Though Fletcher had visited, he hadn’t changed the dressings. Technically, Stuart wasn’t lying.