Anne... I know you're still mad... but how can you compare yourself to Sadie? Anne, I won't let you... belittle yourself..." Sadie: "??!!"

What do you mean I can't compare?

Why is it belittling myself?!

"Anne..."

Sadie: "Anne, my foot!" And with that, she landed a slap on Murray's head.

It took her a moment to realize what she had done, and she was terrified for a second, but then, she couldn't help but smirk, her lips quivering more than a suppressed AK! That slap seemed to hit a reset button, and Murray immediately let go.

Sadie didn't wait to run.

Back in her cluttered little bedroom, she tossed and turned, a mix of anger and worry churning inside her.

No way she's going back to that old mansion tonight.

Ah, is Ms. Cole really not coming back?

Who's going to manage the house's eccentricities now?

Such a headache.

asleep, Sadie suddenly sat

of blankets, she left her room, tiptoed upstairs, and gently pushed

she just couldn't help

next second, she was greeted by a

was a huge mess on the

the culprit was sleeping like a

trying to

Murray

himself up, a far cry from last night's drunken

already made

eccentric drank too much, he'd demand in the morning:

as she was about to bring the porridge to the master bedroom,

heading out? I made oatmeal porridge, have some, warm

looked at

then gently shook his head, calmly saying, "I'm not hungry. From now

he strode out the

time she took the initiative turned into a

...

shop, Roseanne had waited for less than five minutes when she looked up to

a long coat, its straight,

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