"What?"

Claude stepped out of his room, passed by the butler, flung open the grand doors of the villa, and walked out.

The butler's eyes widened, and after a moment, he stammered, "The young master... he's left the villa!"

Morwenna was shocked.

She knew how much Claude hated being seen in public.

He hardly ever left his room, let alone the villa.

Suddenly, Morwenna realized something and quickly said, "Butler, it's raining outside!"

The butler exclaimed, "Ms. Winslet, I must go. I need to get the young master an umbrella."

The call ended.

Morwenna felt uneasy.

Why would Claude go out in the middle of the night? Was it because of her?

hurried outside,

what's going

much, just needed some air. Tell the

master,

as

"Understood."

down, her mind

next morning, she saw a

I've decided life is too short to spend locked away in a room. I want to see what the world has to offer. Looking forward to our next meeting." Reading the message, Morwenna breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely happy

beginnings or their ailments,

and replied, "I'm happy for you. Every life shines just as brightly. Looking forward to our next

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door, she was startled by

up at 6 AM when the

It was Sandra.

day

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