"...Haynes, I'm fine. Really, it was my own fault for being careless."
Haynes' voice was low and steady. "The mug's already broken. There's no point picking up the pieces now."
"But... Keen made it himself. It's such a shame for it to be ruined like this." Rachel’s face was full of regret as she knelt, still intent on gathering the shards.
She looked genuinely pained. "Maybe... there's still a way to fix it."
Haynes stopped her firmly. "Leave it. You'll only end up hurting yourself again. If you liked it that much, I'll ask Keen to make another for you."
Rachel made a show of protesting a few times more, but Haynes was resolute. Eventually, she had no choice but to give up.
A moment later, Rachel turned her gaze on Stella with a look of polite disapproval, though a flicker of satisfaction and judgment danced in her eyes.
"Ms. Cameron, whatever the reason, you can't just take your anger out on things. Wouldn't you agree?"
Haynes joined in, looking straight at Stella. "Stella, has it really come to this? You can't even tolerate a mug anymore?"
But as soon as they finished, both Haynes and Rachel realized the rest of the room was staring at them with a strange, almost incredulous expression.
Rachel’s eyelid twitched.
And then she noticed it—Keen, who usually hovered around her with concern, hadn’t even come over this time.
A low, lazy chuckle broke the tension. Neville spoke up, his tone dry.
"Mr. O'Brien, Ms. Pearce, aren't you being a little hasty? Is it really too much to expect that you’d ask what happened before jumping to conclusions? That's basic common sense, isn’t it?"
He glanced between them with a half-smile. "You both strike me as intelligent people, so why act as if you’ve never heard of due diligence?"
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