Home At Last
One worker, hesitating with a saw in hand, asked uncertainly, "Did Mr. Hartwell really order this? I remember—he had these trees shipped all the way from Sovelle City ten years ago, just to make Madam Elena happy."
The head butler scoffed and sneered, "That's ancient history!
"These days, the lady of the Hartwell house is Vivian Gray—the eldest daughter of the Gray family. That has-been from the brothels? She doesn't deserve to set foot in a place this nice, let alone keep it.
"Chop away. Mr. Hartwell and the young master only have eyes for Madam Vivian now."
With that, the peach trees crashed to the ground one by one. Delicate pink blossoms scattered across the dirt, trampled underfoot, gro