Stuart, no longer caring about Fletcher, made his way briskly towards the exit.


    Fletcher instantly understood—Stuart, this heartless guy, was probably looking to gain sympathy


    from Morwenna with all the scars he carried on his back.


    Watching him stride out, Fletcher had an odd feeling that Stuart seemed to be in high spirits, though


    he wondered if he might be mistaken.


    Fletcher quickly caught up, and they walked out of Windcharm Vis one after the other.


    …


    Morwenna got off the bus and walked towards Hetfield''s Homestead.


    She admired therge, beautiful houses of Rosefrost Hollow, though she found their locations quite


    secluded, necessitating a walk after the bus ride.


    Little did Morwenna know, the residents of these grand homes seldom used public transport.


    Carrying her luggage, she approached the door.


    She had no keys to the Hetfield''s Homestead.


    It was Oswald who answered the door.


    Upon seeing Morwenna, Oswald greeted her warmly, “Miss, you’re back! Why are you carrying so


    much? Let me help you with that.”


    His politeness clearly indicated he was aware that his son Orson was to apany Morwenna by


    Norbert’s arrangements.


    Morwenna quickly shook her head, “No need, Oswald, I can manage. They aren’t heavy.”


    Born with a strong physique, she didn’t find the luggage burdensome.


    Oswald didn''t insist, his smile warm and friendly as he ushered Morwenna inside.


    Morwenna observed Oswald in silence, noting that Orson hardly resembled his father. While Orson


    was openly straightforward, Oswald seemed a master of diplomacy.


    As Morwenna entered the hall with her bags, she was greeted not with wee, but a snide


    remark, “Oh, what’s this? Bringing all your dirty junk home, making a mess. Get rid of it now!”


    Turning, Morwenna saw Yara Hetfield, her aunt-inw, lounging on a recliner, casually eating fruit


    and speaking unpleasantly.


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    Morwenna responded seriously, “My things are old, not dirty.”


    “Talking back, are you? Do you even respect me as your family? You should know your ce! Did


    you hear me? I want it gone! I am pregnant, and if your filthy stuff infects me with some virus, what


    will you do then?”


    Morwenna had encountered unreasonable people before, but this was something else.


    It was as if not discarding her belongings meant she would be med for any potential mishap with


    the baby.


    People often mistook Morwenna for a pushover at first nce.


    However, though amiable, she was not one to be bullied.


    Shouldering her belongings, she moved inside, remarking, “I’ll ask Norbert about this. If old things


    really pose a risk to your unborn child, I’ll dispose of them all.”


    Morwenna had noticed how the Hetfield family members all transformed into amiable figures in


    Norbert’s absolute powerful presence, holding back their words.


    Only with Norbert absent from the living room, that Yara dared to speak so freely.


    At that, Yara Hetfield put down her half-eaten fruit, stood up abruptly, walked over to Morwenna,


    disying her pregnant belly: “I didn’t realize you were a tattletale. My daughter told me you


    threatened to hit her. Who gave you the nerve to be so bold in the my house?”


    Wanting to avoid a confrontation with a pregnant woman, Morwenna tried to bypass her and head


    upstairs.


    But Yara blocked her path, provoking, “Why the rush? Thought you were tough? Touch me and see


    what happens.”


    Just then, azy yet sinister voice came from the doorway, “Do you really want to find out, Yara? I


    might just oblige you.”


    Yara’s face turned pale.


    Why was Stuart back home?!