Morwenna stuffed the item into her canvas tote with satisfaction and hurried down the stairs.


    Norbert was downstairs reading a book. Seeing Morwenna rush, he quickly said, "No need to run.


    There''s still plenty of time. Let Orson drive you. Don''t worry, I''ll stay home and won’t touch a drop."


    Indeed, Morwenna was anxious about taking the bus and arrivingte, so she nodded in agreement


    upon hearing his offer.


    Orson drove Morwenna to Windcharm Vis.


    She visited the market at Windcharm Vis for work daily, but it had been a long time since shest


    went to the first district, Stuart’s area.


    The gate was open, likely due to the birthday party today, with guestsing and going.


    Morwenna got out of the car, nervously straightened her skirt, and walked in. Orson parked the car


    and followed.


    As soon as Morwenna appeared, she caught the attention of many.


    She was the only woman bold enough to openly dere her affection for Mr. Hetfield and still


    remain unscathed.


    Rumors flew about her visits to the Hetfield Group and private parties. Norbert was quite fond of


    Morwenna, and Stuart seemed to show a special interest.


    In the tight-knitmunity of the wealthy, every little piece of gossip was well-known.


    Everyone was curious about her, yet upon discovering Morwenna''s background. They thought her


    hopelessly outmatched.


    Her origins were no secret and easy to investigate.


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    The elites of Rosefrost Hollow could easily uncover everything about Morwenna with a little money.


    She was a poor student from the backwoods, even got her tuition paid for by Norbert. How could


    she dare to fancy Stuart?


    Upon entering, a young man with green-dyed hair sneered loudly, “She’s a homewrecker, seducing


    Stuart from Adide!”


    His voice was loud, grabbing others’ attention.


    The speaker was Jethro, Adide''s younger brother. Unaware of thements, Morwenna fell her


    gaze on the cabbages in the garden. The small cabbages she nted long ago had grown into full


    heads, bringing her a sense of joy.


    Ignoring the crowd, Morwenna walked towards the manor to find Stuart.


    Curious onlookers followed.


    Orson, trailing behind, shot a few nces at Jethro.


    Inside the hall, gifts were being handed to Fletcher, who was managing the registry while Stuart


    paid no attention.


    Taking a deep breath, Morwenna approached Stuart, holding out a ss jar filled with her


    sentiments, “Stuart, happy birthday.”


    Stuart, seated, raised an eyebrow and did not reach for it.


    The crowd smirked. Their extravagant gifts were merely logged by Fletcher.


    Here was Morwenna, attempting to hand a simple ss jar to Stuart.


    Murmurs ofughter broke out.


    Fletcher, seeing her predicament, quickly stepped forward to help.


    “Let me take that for Stuart,” Fletcher said, finding it awkward to address her.


    As Fletcher reached for the jar, Morwenna insisted on handing it to Stuart herself. The jar slipped


    and shattered on the floor.


    Fletcher changed his expression.


    Hundreds of capsules filled with notes spilled out.


    Someone curiously picked one up, read it aloud, “I wish you warm clothes on cold days, food when


    you’re hungry, and a ce to rest when you’re tired…”


    Laughter erupted again. “What kind of blessings are these? Who here would ever go hungry? Is she


    cursing Mr. Hetfield to go bankrupt?”


    The room filled withughter at the unusual wishes.