Stuart sat there, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he heard the term 'young mistress' being used to address Morwenna.

Morwenna, oblivious to Stuart's smugness, had reached the end of her rope with Orson. With a resigned sigh, she said, "Let's head to the Windcharm Villas farmers' market." "Sure thing. Please sit tight, young mistress, I'm hitting the road."

The car made its way towards Windcharm Villas.

In half an hour, they arrived, a trip that was significantly faster than Morwenna's usual commute by bus or bike.

The fish stall at the market was just opening, the day's catch yet to be displayed, as Stuart and Morwenna arrived early.

The sight of Stuart caused Mr. White's face to darken. It was as if he didn't even see Morwenna, his gaze fixed intensely on Stuart.

In a swift motion, Mr. White shoved Mrs. White into the shop, disregarding her protests, and pulled down the shutter, facing Stuart alone. "What are you doing here? Do you want to ruin our business again?" Mr. White's voice was charged with anger.

fierce. Mr. White, normally a gentle soul who rarely spoke a harsh word, held his wife, Mrs. White, dear above all else. Morwenna bit

gaze, "I came to apologize. I was wrong before, and I'm

was more sincere

to apologize to the likes of them, driving fancy cars and flanked by bodyguards, believing money could solve any problem. Yet,

the inside as Mrs. White refused to let her husband face any

White didn't stop Mrs. White

to the sight

make amends." Mrs. White,

White was fond of Morwenna and didn't want her to feel

do you plan to make amends? Throw money at us? Young man, not everything

known for his temper, and she feared a conflict between him and

with a gentle expression,

everything could be

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