Not long after, Morwenna emerged from the bathroom, her demeanor suggesting she wasn''t in the


    mood for conversation with Stuart.


    Stuart, caught in a moment of hesitation, headed for the bathroom, recalling Fletcher''s old saying,


    "A lovers'' quarrel can be resolved after sharing a good night''s sleep. All troubles will be gone by


    dawn."


    Just as Stuart entered the bathroom, Morwenna''s phone rang.


    Her phone had been with Stuart until today when he returned it to her after their return.


    The call connected, and it was ude''s butler on the line, his voiceced with urgency.


    "Ms. Winslet, thank goodness we''ve reached you. The young master has had an incident, could you


    pleasee at once? We desperately need you here."


    Morwenna, rmed, asked, "What happened?"


    "Oh, ude!" The butler eximed suddenly before the call cut off.


    With her face paling, Morwenna didn''t even bother to change out of her pajamas. She threw on a


    coat and rushed downstairs.


    Today had been a whirlwind of events, and the house was eerily quiet.


    Even Orson had been dragged off for a "brotherly talk" by his older siblings.


    Morwenna dashed out unseen.


    ude lived near Hetfield''s Homestead, close enough for her to run to.


    Morwenna pounded on the door, breathless. It took a moment before a maid opened it. Seeing


    Morwenna, the maid''s face brightened, "Ms. Winslet, you''re here atst. Please,e in."


    Following the maid inside, Morwenna noticed a crowd near ude''s door, which was firmly shut.


    The butler, pale as a ghost, was pleading softly, "Young master, please open the door. No matter


    what, you can''t skip your medication!"


    Morwenna approached, and the butler, seemingly surprised by her swift arrival, nearly dropped to


    his knees in relief, "Ms. Winslet, there you are."


    He knocked again, whispering, "Young master, Ms. Winslet is here to see you."


    A thud sounded from within the room, perhaps a chair falling over.


    The door then swung open, revealing ude, pale and desperate.


    For once, he even stepped outside, his pallor stark against the gathering onlookers.


    ude''s gaze locked onto Morwenna, holding her in a steady, desperate stare.


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    Morwenna noticed the maids'' eyes on ude, some barely concealing their disdain.


    Stepping forward, she shielded ude and asked the butler for the medication, "What are his


    prescriptions? Hand them to me."


    ude wasn''t in a frenzy; instead, he gently tugged on Morwenna''s sleeve.


    To him, the outside world, with its sunlight and people, felt monstrous, but here was Ms. Winslet, his


    beacon of hope, shielding him against his fears.


    The butler,ing to his senses, quickly handed over the medication, "Right... these are his pills."


    Morwenna, with medicine in hand, led ude back into his room.


    His head hung low and silent.


    She observed ude, his pallor ghostly, red veins webbing his tired eyes, his white hair almost


    concealing his face, embodying a fallen grace.


    "Why aren''t you popping your pills? You know the state you''re in, and you''re totally aware of the


    risks," Morwenna pressed firmly.


    ude looked even more dejected.


    Morwenna lifted his chin, forcing their eyes to meet.


    ude, his voice hoarse and youthful, asked, "Ms. Winslet, have you grown to despise me too?


    Have you given up on me?"