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.

suddenly sat up in the middle of

out of the cocoon of blankets, she left her room,

couldn't

a horrendous stench, almost making

a huge mess on

the culprit was

God, you're just trying to take

next day, Murray got up

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

already made

he'd demand in the morning: "Sadie, make some oatmeal porridge, will you?"

the porridge to

porridge, have some, warm up

at the

saying, "I'm not

that, he strode

she took the initiative turned into a lifetime

...

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

coat, its straight, broad cut made him

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