Morwenna had a thing for just spitting it out.
She's all about being upfront and honest, no beating around the bush for her.
When Stuart heard that, he paused for a beat before just laying it out, "Yeah, it was me."
To Stuart, it wasn't a big deal.
Sure, he had a bit of a row with a rude vendor. Sure, it was a misunderstanding at first, but it was just a little lesson, nothing to write home about.
Things got a bit hairy, and the guy ended up in the hospital, but it was nothing serious.
Stuart's casual tone hit Morwenna like a ton of bricks.
It wasn't a misunderstanding. It really was Stuart.
Why? How could Stuart do that?
The silence on the other end of the phone lasted too long, making Stuart realize something was off. He softened his voice, "Where are you? We should talk about this stuff face-to-face."
There was a surprising gentleness in Stuart's voice.
The whole room was in shock, wondering who on earth could make Stuart talk like that while he was fuming.
Could it be Adelaide?
Only Norbert had a warm look in his eyes. He knew who it was.
It had to be Wenna. Only Wenna's vibrant, sunny disposition could cut through the darkness surrounding Stuart.
Morwenna felt it would be better to discuss these matters with Stuart in person. "I'm on my way back to the family estate," she said.
"Alright, we'll talk when you get back," Stuart said, almost cooing.
With Morwenna's return, Stuart finally stopped his rampage.
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