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.

the girl hadn't shown up

there to work at a fish

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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 his

information painted a picture of

exactly was she

work at a fish shop,

knew what Stuart was thinking, she'd

too busy to remember his existence, let

hearing the report, Stuart ordered indifferently, "Smash that fish shop. Teach

bowed. "Yes,

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

was at the market, cleaning

to the

watching over their

approached, and without a word, they began to

scattered everywhere, slapping their tails against the

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