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.

managing to fall asleep, Sadie suddenly sat up in the middle of the

left her room, tiptoed upstairs,

just couldn't help but

was greeted by a

huge mess on

culprit was

trying to take me out at

day, Murray

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

already made

time the eccentric drank too much, he'd demand in the morning: "Sadie, make

the porridge to the master bedroom, she saw Murray coming

porridge, have

at

shook his head, calmly saying, "I'm not hungry.

that, he strode out the

took the initiative turned

...

for less than five minutes when she looked up to see the man stepping out of his

blue suit under a long coat, its straight, broad cut made him

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