Morwenna, clutching a lunchbox, adjusted her skirt as she approached the elevator.


    Every time she went to see Stuart, she made an extra effort to look neat and pretty.


    The elevator doors slid open. Morwenna nced around, puzzled by the emptiness. Normally, there


    would be several bodyguards and an assistant milling about on this floor.


    Today, there was no one.


    Without overthinking it, Morwenna headed towards Stuart''s office.


    She knocked, but no reply came.


    Pushing the door open, she found the office empty.


    Was Stuart not at the Hetfield Group today?


    That seemed odd. The receptionist hadn''t mentioned anything when she arrived.


    Maybe he was taking a nap in the lounge?


    Morwenna walked over and gently pushed open the lounge door.


    Unexpectedly, she saw Stuart emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel.


    Her eyes involuntarily dropped to his chest and abdomen.


    She gasped in shock.


    His skin was a tapestry of scars, burns, cuts, and even what looked like bite marks from some


    beast, all mingled together.


    Stuart was the eldest grandson of the Hetfield Group. How could anyone dare to hurt him this way?


    Now understanding the influential standing of the Hetfield Group in Rosefrost Hollow, Morwenna


    was even more baffled. With Norbert around, who would dare to harm Stuart?


    "Stuart, you..."


    "Who let you in here? What are you looking at?"


    Stuart was dangerously aggressive like an angered beast, and he began advancing towards


    Morwenna step by step.


    His menacing presence made Morwenna''s body tense up.


    Amid this chilling threat, Morwenna gritted her teeth and asked, "Stuart, who did this to you?"


    Suddenly, Stuart shot out his hand and gripped Morwenna''s throat.


    "How could you see this? You shouldn''t look at things you''re not supposed to see!" Stuart seemed


    overtaken by a bloodthirsty rage, his whole demeanor controlled by savagery.


    Caught off guard, Morwenna was choked before she could react, never expecting Stuart tosh out.


    Her eyes stayed fixed on the scars marring Stuart''s body.


    Stuart appeared to be struggling between sanity and madness, his grip tightening and then


    suddenly loosening.


    As she was choked, Morwenna remembered her first intrusion into Stuart’s room. Even in his sleep,


    he hadn''t been as terrifying as now.


    Feeling Stuart''s internal struggle, as if he was trying to free himself from the clutches of his


    emotions, Morwenna didn’t fight back this time. Instead, she gently touched one of the scars on


    Stuart''s abdomen and asked with difficulty, "Sir, Does it hurt? It’s me, Morwenna. What’s wrong?"


    This endearment seemed to bring some rity to Stuart''s eyes.


    Over the years, he had been called many things such as “bastard”, “a worthless cur”, but only


    Morwenna called him with such tenderness.


    Gradually, reason overtook madness in Stuart’s eyes.


    As if suddenlying to his senses, he pushed Morwenna out of the lounge and said in a


    suppressed tone, "Get out."


    With a loud m, the door shut behind her.


    Morwenna stood dazed outside the door, Stuart’s scars haunting her thoughts.


    She realized she didn’t know Stuart at all. How had he gotten all those scars? Who could have hurt


    him?


    It seemed like the Hetfields, Stuart included, had a lot of secrets up their sleeves.


    As Morwenna pondered this, she heard a noise.


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    Turning her head, she witnessed a horrifying scene.


    From the direction of the sitting room, a blood-soaked figure was dragging himself slowly across the


    floor, leaving behind a long trail of blood.


    Then, a bodyguard quickly pulled him back.