At that moment, seeing that Barclay and Adelaide had drawn clear boundaries, someone thrust a paintbrush into Barclay's hand along with a half-full can of paint.
In a natural tone, they said, "Barclay, let's not dwell on the past. You're here now, so might as well help us paint. Us girls aren't exactly pros at this, and we're opening in three days. I figured we’d keep it simple and do the decorating ourselves."
Barclay, whose worldview was predominantly cynical, found himself holding a paint can, barely able to wrap his head around the situation. He was the eldest son of the prestigious Clark family and had never done anything like this before.
The next thing he knew, Morwenna was tying an apron around his neck and then placing a cap over his carefully styled hair. Just like that, a new painter was born.
Barclay stood frozen for a moment, but seeing everyone busy, he realized it’d be odd to just stand there. Resigned, he began painting. To his surprise, he found the task strangely therapeutic. Barclay threw himself into the work.
Meanwhile, in prison, Adelaide was far from giving up, even after Stuart accused her of rape—a charge that, when levied against a woman, sounded almost laughable. Her incarceration was largely due to Stuart’s significant influence. Yet, she was confident she’d be out soon. With her family’s support, she’d be free in no time. Even without it, she wouldn't be behind bars for long.
“Adelaide, you’ve got a visitor,” the guard announced. She knew it had to be her parents, coming to figure out her release. She still held value to the Gallagher family, with a good amount of money at her disposal and connections with the sons of prominent families. Now, with Jethro recovering from surgery and in need of funds, the Gallagher family couldn’t afford to lose her. Adelaide was confident.
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