Blackstone Island was already at the tail end of autumn. The days grew shorter, and the nights lengthened.
Often, one wouldn't notice the passage of time until the sun set and twilight enveloped all.
For the impoverished commoners, the shortened daylight didn't reduce their workload, forcing them to manage their time even more tightly.
However, at this moment, it was still just the afternoon. There was still some time before night fell, so there was no need for panic.
On Palm Street, in the courtyard of a two-story villa, a black carriage slowly came to a halt.
Arthur put away his whip, got out of the coach, and went to the back to help Renee with the groceries they had just bought.
Although Renee could handle it by herself, Arthur felt somewhat guilty not helping.
Moreover, although their master treated him and Renee the same on the surface, in reality, Renee held a clearly higher position than him. He had to go through her for any expenses...
