Morwenna suddenly felt homesick.

As a child, there were times when she didn't even have bread to eat. Once famished, she fainted, only to be found by villagers who occasionally brought her food, saying it was leftovers unwanted, to spare her pride.

Morwenna was always grateful and understood the kindness behind their actions.

She bowed to Mrs. White. "Thank you, Mrs. White."

With a smile, she carried the still-flapping fish home. Mrs. White was indeed a good soul.

Life was simple and satisfying.

Stuart's mood darkened by the day.

He had been ignoring Morwenna for several days.

He couldn't believe Morwenna had no hidden agendas.

He had thought she would seek him out when she came to Windcharm Villas.

week had passed, and the girl

there to work at a fish

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at the market. The vendor was rude and scolded her fifteen times, and she had bread for lunch and dinner. On July 8th, Ms. Winslet fell off a bike, got yelled at twenty times, and continued with bread. On July 9th, Ms. Winslet stared at a diner's fried eggs

couldn't believe

painted a picture

exactly was

work at a fish shop, enduring scolding and bullying day after

what Stuart was thinking,

busy to remember his existence, let alone perform for

indifferently, "Smash that fish shop.

bowed.

wasn't exactly coming to Morwenna's rescue. He just wouldn't stand for anyone

moment, Morwenna was at the market, cleaning

to the wholesale

watching over

and without a word, they began to wreak havoc, flipping over the

their

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