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.

had passed, and the

went there to work at

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whispered, "On July 7th, Ms. Winslet spent the day gutting fish 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,

believe his

a picture

was

work at a fish shop,

what Stuart was thinking, she'd want

busy to remember his existence, let alone

ordered indifferently, "Smash that fish shop.

bowed. "Yes,

rescue. He just wouldn't stand for

moment, Morwenna was at the market, cleaning her

the

was watching over

approached, and without a word, they began to wreak

their

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