Stuart sat there, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he heard the term ‘young


    mistress’ being used to address Morwenna.


    Morwenna, oblivious to Stuart''s smugness, had reached the end of her rope with Orson. With a


    resigned sigh, she said, “Let''s head to the Windcharm Vis farmers'' market.”


    “Sure thing. Please sit tight, young mistress, I''m hitting the road.”


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    The car made its way towards Windcharm Vis.


    In half an hour, they arrived, a trip that was significantly faster than Morwenna''s usualmute by


    bus or bike.


    The fish stall at the market was just opening, the day''s catch yet to be disyed, as Stuart and


    Morwenna arrived early.


    The sight of Stuart caused Mr. White''s face to darken. It was as if he didn''t even see Morwenna, his


    gaze fixed intensely on Stuart.


    In a swift motion, Mr. White shoved Mrs. White into the shop, disregarding her protests, and pulled


    down the shutter, facing Stuart alone.


    "What are you doing here? Do you want to ruin our business again?" Mr. White''s voice was charged


    with anger.


    His reaction was fierce. Mr. White, normally a gentle soul who rarely spoke a harsh word, held his


    wife, Mrs. White, dear above all else.


    Morwenna bit her lip nervously, her eyes shifting to Stuart.


    Taking a step forward, Stuart bowed deeply under Mr. White''s wary gaze, "I came to apologize. I


    was wrong before, and I''m sorry."


    Stuart''s apology was more sincere than Morwenna had anticipated.


    Mr. White was taken aback. It was unheard of for the wealthy elite to apologize to the likes of them,


    driving fancy cars and nked by bodyguards, believing money could solve any problem.


    Yet, Stuart remained bowed, not lifting his gaze.


    The shutter was opened from the inside as Mrs. White refused to let her husband face any potential


    danger alone.


    This time, Mr. White didn''t stop Mrs. White froming out.


    She came out to the sight of Stuart still bowing.


    He repeated, "I''m truly sorry for the misunderstanding that caused you harm and danger. I am


    willing to make amends."


    Mrs. White, seeing Morwenna''s anxious demeanor, quickly interjected, "Let it go, it wasn''t a big


    deal, no need for this."


    Mrs. White was fond of Morwenna and didn''t want her to feel ufortable.


    Mr. White, however, couldn''t let it go, his face stern, "And how do you n to make amends? Throw


    money at us? Young man, not everything can be bought with money."


    Morwenna''s anxiety grew.


    Stuart was known for his temper, and she feared a conflict between him and Mr. White.


    However, Stuart, with a gentle expression, nodded in agreement.


    Indeed, not everything could be bought with money.


    Like the time he tried to use money to keep Morwenna by his side for three years, only for her to


    lash out at him.


    So Stuart agreed, "You''re right. Money can''t buy everything I made a mistake and am willing to


    make it right. Whatever you ask of me, as long as it''s reasonable, I''ll do my best to fulfill it."


    Stuart''s apology was sincere, driven by his need for Morwenna''s approval.


    Mr. White, catching Morwenna''s anxious gaze and feeling his wife constantly pulling at his arm,


    finally gave in. "If you want to apologize, fine. My request isn''t much. If you can do the job


    Morwenna did for a day, we''ll forgive you."


    Morwenna''s mouth dropped open in surprise.


    Was Stuart really going to don an apron and gut fish?


    There was no way Stuart would agree to that...