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.

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there to work at a

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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, got yelled at twenty times, and continued with bread. On July 9th, Ms. Winslet stared at a diner's fried eggs for three minutes and got scolded thirteen times, but she finally had fish

couldn't believe his

painted a picture

exactly was

fish shop, enduring scolding and bullying

what Stuart was thinking, she'd want to

too busy to remember his existence, let alone

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

bowed. "Yes,

to Morwenna's rescue. He just wouldn't stand for anyone messing with his stuff, not even

at

gone to the wholesale market

watching

and without a word, they began to wreak havoc,

scattered everywhere, slapping their

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