How could Stuart not intervene?
But regardless of understanding, Campbell's greatest asset was his obedience. He simply did what Stuart told him to do.
Still standing there dumbfounded, Stuart waved his hand dismissively, “Alright, go back. You've done the job. From now on, if there's any benefit, you ask for it yourself.”
“Oh, okay then. I'll be off.”
And just like that, Campbell found himself with a task, leaving without fully understanding why. He left with all his limbs intact, no broken bones.
Matthew immediately said, “Then, Stuart, I’ll be heading off too. It’s getting crowded here, not good to be seen too much around the school.”
“Wait.”
“Is… is there something else?”
“We haven’t seen each other in days. How about we hit the tennis court, get some exercise?”
At that moment, Matthew didn’t grasp the gravity of the situation.
Half an hour, an hour, two hours…
“Stuart, let’s head back, that’s enough.”
“Continue.”
“…”
By the time they left the tennis court, Matthew could hardly lift his arms.
On the way back, Matthew finally realized it was because he had wrapped his arms around someone he shouldn’t have.
For a moment, Matthew really felt like hitting his brother.
Damn Campbell got off scot-free, the instigator, while he, the victim, ended up unwittingly caught in the crossfire.
…
Morwenna returned to the welcome party.
By then, the performances had ended, and it was time for some free mingling. Soft music played, with couples dancing here and there.
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