“Don't disturb them, Dr Owen. Don't you have tasks to complete?”

A sneer flashed in Cassidy's eyes for a second before her gaze turned gentle.

“How did Miss Jane convince her husband to buy all this for her?” She asked as if they were sharing a jest.

Bruce shrugged.

“In the Young Master's words, what is he earning money for, if not to pamper his wife? Why would he deprive her of what he can afford?”

He took care to keep his volume down.

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