Chapter 114
Morwenna furrowed her brows, puzzled by what Keira was trying to express.
Noticing Morwenna’s furrowed brows, Keira grew more anxious. Worrying that she might upset her, she hurriedly blurted out. “… You Took so young. How come you’re working as a caregiver?”
The conversation was awkward, but Morwenna didn’t mind.
She smiled and said, Tm 20 this year and working to earn some money.”
„¿auoui jo poau uj noл due “not any,
“Yes, I need money, but
it’s okay. Il eam IL”
“Then… how much do you need? I have money. I could, um, I could give you a higher salary.”
Morwenna chuckled. “No need. The salary you offer is already generous. Don’t be so kind., People might take advantage of you,” “That won’t happen. I think you’re a good person.”
Morwenna smiled, feeling a bit happler.
The two chatted intermittently, and perhaps due to long sleepless nights, Keira drifted off to sleep unknowingly.
Morwenna quieted down.
She also felt drowsy but didn’t sleep. Having taken on the role of a caregiver and receiving good monthly pay, she thought it was her professional duty to stay awake through the night
Morwenna made it until five in the moming, then went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face to freshen up.
The dawn broke, and the day shift caregiver arrived to take over.
Seeing Keim still asleep, Morwenna whispered to the day–shift caregiver, “Remember to take her to the restroom when she wakes up.”
The middle–aged woman in professional caregiver attine replied discontentedly. “I’m a professional. Do I need you to tell me what to do? Just mind your own business.”
She had oth
Morwenna frowned but remembered the woman was a professional. She had other things to attend to and left quietly.
She headed to the Healing Streams Medical Center to check on Norbert since she couldn’t be at peace without seeing him
It was still early, and Morwenna didn’t knock, not wanting to wake Norbert.
She gently pushed the door open, only to be startled.
A fierce and imitable glare met her as she entered.
Stuart was holding his phone, looking like he hadn’t slept all night.
Morwenna felt like she was facing a wild animal in the mountains, a dangerous standoff.
Stuart stepped out of the room.
His tall figure loomed over her and Morwenna instinctively stepped back.
His deep, icy voice rang in her ear. “Give me your contact info”
Morwenna hesitated. “I don’t use any social apps.”
Stuart frowned slightly. Morwenna was retaliating.
She retaliated because he hadn’t given his number when she asked, so when he asked for hers, she wouldn’t give it, either.
She wasn’t even bothering to come up with a proper excuse.
Just a moment ago, Stuart received a message from Fletcher that Morwenna was working as a caregiver at Healing Streams Medical Center
How poor could this woman be, working everywhere from the market to the hospital?
Stuart initially wanted to add Morwenna on social media and transfer her some money, but she refused.
Stuart’s face darkened, and after a moment of thought, he handed her a sleek black card. “If you’re out of money, go withdraw some. As my wife, you shouldn’t be working and making a spectacle of yourself.”
His words were harsh
After so many years of speaking bluntly without anyone challenging him, Stuart was used to saying whatever he wanted.
But Morwenna countered, “I work and eam my money. There’s nothing shameful about it. Why should it be a laughing matter? I don’t want your card.”
Stuart’s voice rose slightly, “Do you even know how much is in this account?”