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.

Sadie suddenly sat up in

room, tiptoed upstairs, and gently pushed open the

couldn't help

by a horrendous stench, almost

huge mess on the

the culprit was sleeping

you're just trying to take me out

day, Murray

a suit, cleaning himself up, a far cry from

already made oatmeal

demand in

about to bring the porridge to the master

made oatmeal porridge, have some,

looked at the

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

he strode

time she took the initiative turned into a

...

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

coat, its straight, broad cut

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