Chapter 197
Stuart didn’t think it was a big deal, but he still found himself explaining.
He didn’t want a small misunderstanding to create a rift between him and Morwenna.
However, Morwenna stiffened at his response.
Stuart’s answer confirmed what Mr. White had said.
Stuart had indeed sent someone to vandalize the fish stall for her sake.
She bowed her head slightly, murmuring softly, “Stuart, did you know Mrs. White has been unwell? That incident nearly put her in grave. danger.
“It was an accident,” Stuart replied nonchalantly.
“But… what we brush off as a mere accident almost cost Mrs. White her life,” Morwenna whispered, more to herself than to him.
Stuart frowned, his indifferent gaze filled with confusion.
Morwenna had never minded his darker side, so why would she care about this accident?
Stuart was, by nature, obsessive, reckless, and unscrupulous.
His methods were ruthless, caring little for the means as long as he achieved his ends.
Back when he didn’t have feelings for Morwenna, he had manipulated events and feigned kindness to make her stay, all without scruples.
Having faced malice throughout his life, he believed in responding to the world with the same malice.
He thought it was justified.
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He didn’t care about what others thought, but for Morwenna, it mattered.
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When Mrs. White had nearly been in danger, it was Stuart who had arranged for them to get to the hospital. She had been thankful to
Stuart.
Now to learn that the very cause of the incident was Stuart himself was shocking.
Seeing Stuart’s overly calm demeanor left Morwenna at a loss for words..
Stuart had done it for her, and he said he hadn’t intended to hurt anyone.
For someone as proud as Stuart to lower his stance and explain himself was significant.
What more could she expect?
Yet, Morwenna felt an ache in her heart.
Before Stuart could say more, Morwenna softly said, “I understand.”
She didn’t press further, feeling too drained to even freshen up.
They had returned from the suburbs in the afternoon, and it was already 8 p.m.
Morwenna, accustomed to early nights, had been heading to bed even earlier after her injuries.
Stuart thought it was all settled and moved to help Morwenna freshen up.
Back at the suburban clinic, Stuart had personally taken care of Morwenna. Even though she felt awkward, she had never refused.
But this time, as Stuart reached out to help her as usual, Morwenna stepped back, avoiding his touch.
She said, politely yet distantly, “I can manage on my own, thank you. I’ll take care of myself from now on.”
Stuart frowned, saying, “Your arm’s still not right, you know.”
“My shoulder was just dislocated, and it’s somewhat better now. My left hand won’t heal quickly since bones and tendons take time to mend, but I can’t expect you to care for me forever.”
Stuart was about to insist. Her injury was on his account, and he’d care for her not just for a hundred days, but for a year, a decade, if needed.
But Morwenna had already turned towards the bathroom.
Stuart’s brow furrowed deeply.
Morwenna had always been accepting of him, but now he felt her rejection, unsure of how to proceed.
His emotions were intense and profound. When indifferent to someone, he wouldn’t bat an eyelid at their demise. But once he cared, his dedication was total.
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Morwenna had always accepted this intensity.
But now, she seemed to withdraw.
She had faced much darkness without flinching.
Why did this incident with a couple of inconsequential vendors affect her so?
Stuart couldn’t understand.”