As Morwenna saw someone harassing Mrs. White, the nearby vendors quickly gathered around.

"What's going on here? What's everyone doing?"

"Can't we talk this out? Why resort to violence?"

"If you lay another hand on her, we're calling the cops."

More and more people crowded around, and a few men glanced at the ruined fish shop, exchanging looks before deciding, "Let's go."

The aggressors left.

Morwenna turned to help Mrs. White stand up but noticed her pale face and labored breathing.

"Mrs. White, are you okay?" Morwenna exclaimed in concern.

A woman from the next shop hurried over, "It looks like she's having an episode. Where's her medication?".

Mrs. White managed to gasp. "I ran out." she murmured.

The crowd gasped, immediately thrown into a flurry of worry.

we call an ambulance

already called one, but it'll

going to turn out bad,

ghastly pale face. Biting her lip, she carried Mrs. White on her back

lean and petite, while

onlookers worried that

man immediately said, "Morwenna, where

White on her back and explained, "The market streets are too narrow for the ambulance to get through. I'm taking Mrs. White to the Windcharm Villas

could you keep

that, Morwenna had sped off out of

she reached the first district,

carrying a woman over a hundred and forty pounds and running was

Mrs. White listened to her

a familiar car pulled up

but the car stopped, and

at the sweat-drenched Morwenna, frowning. What

you'd expect someone to kick another while they're down, not rush to help

that to win a woman's heart, he should help her when she needed help, even

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