Morwenna didn't allow herself to mope around in sadness and hurt for too long. She snapped herself out of it pretty fast.

Her first order of business now was to make money.

She had taken a few days off to care for Stuart, but it seemed that Stuart no longer needed her care. She was ready to head back to the market to fillet fish today.

Also, since today was Monday, she could head over to the tutoring center in the afternoon.

Morwenna changed back into her old clothes and headed downstairs, planning to move her stuff from Windcharm Villas after work so that Norbert wouldn't have to keep buying her new ones. She thought it was still early. Just dawn, everyone would still be asleep.

But as soon as she reached the ground floor, she saw Yara's two young daughters sitting on the living room couch, each holding a smartphone, chatting and playing games.

"Hurry up, we need to wrap this up soon. If the adults see us gaming all night, we're toast."

"It's all because of Grandpa, being so nice to that new woman but making us and Mom squeeze into one room. If we had our rooms, we could lock ourselves in and play all night without sneaking out here."

"She's not even a real wife for Stuart, just an outsider. I don't accept her. Look, it was her first visit yesterday, and Stuart didn't even come back."

"Yeah, I don't think Stuart likes her at all. He won't come back to the family house. She's living there alone. Isn't she afraid of being laughed at?"

As Morwenna approached, the girls, absorbed in their game, finally noticed her.

Their conversation abruptly stopped.

Morwenna walked over.

One of the girls, somewhat nervously but loudly said, "What do you want?"

Morwenna, in a low tone and not in the best mood, said, "Nothing much, just reminding you kids should be focusing on school, not badmouthing people. It's rude."

"You say we're rude? We just said it right to your face. What are you going to do about it? You gonna yell back?"

Morwenna leaned in closer, seriously saying, "I might not yell back, but push me further, and I might just start throwing punches."

"You..."

Before they could say anything else, Morwenna had already walked away.

She had heard plenty of gossip growing up. As long as it didn't get to her, she generally didn't care.

As long as Norbert was content, the opinions of the rest of the Hetfields didn't really matter.

The girls were a bit angry, but they didn't dare to make a scene with Morwenna.

They weren't afraid of her, but they were terrified of Stuart.

In their eyes, Stuart was like a demon lord.

If he had been plainly insane, they might not have been so afraid, but Stuart was the sort who seemed normal until something set him off. Then no one knew what might happen.

Ignoring what the children might be thinking, Morwenna headed to the kitchen to make herself a simple bowl of noodles. Buying breakfast outside was just too expensive and every penny saved mattered. However, she found that breakfast was already prepared in the kitchen.

Morwenna asked the chef, "Hello, could I grab a couple of bagels?"

The busy chef turned around, saw her, and quickly said, "Of course, Mrs. Hetfield. Help yourself to whatever you like. If you need anything special, I can whip it up right now."

Yesterday, when Norbert introduced Morwenna, he had all the household staff including the chefs, maids, chauffeurs, and bodyguards come and meet her.

So everyone in the mansion recognized Morwenna and treated her with respect.

Being called Mrs. Hetfield made Morwenna slightly uncomfortable. It felt like something out of a storybook.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said, "Thank you, but I'll just take a couple of bagels."

Grabbing the bagels, Morwenna hurried off.

The chef watched, hardly able to believe that this shy and blushing young woman was Stuart's wife.

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