Morwenna was never one to shy away from confrontation.
Except when it came to Norbert and Stuart, she always stood her ground if anyone tried to push her around.
The thoughtful present Norbert had prepared being called trash and tossed aside was the last thing she could bear. Why should she swallow her pride when threatened with a fight?
She had been in scuffles before.
Under Dahlia's astonished gaze, Morwenna looked at Lorna and said, "You want to fight? Then let's do it."
Lorna raised an eyebrow. "Ha, you want to throw down with me? With that skinny frame, you think you can take me?"
Morwenna replied sternly, "It was thoughtless of me to place the present on an empty bunk without asking, and I admit that. But your behavior was rude, too. If you want a fight, we'll have one. If I win, you apologize."
Lorna couldn't help but laugh mockingly. "Okay, if you win, I'll apologize. But if you lose, steer clear of me during our college years."
Then, Lorna gestured provocatively with her hand.
She was already in a foul mood, and there was a perfect target to vent her frustrations on.
At Lorna's beckoning, Morwenna charged like a cannonball.
Lorna watched disdainfully, not taking her seriously. From her perspective, Morwenna was only another delicate, useless girl. One punch should do it.
But as she casually raised her hand to block, her expression changed instantly.
The force with which Morwenna charged was immense, more than some grown men could handle, let alone a casual block.
Morwenna tumbled Lorna to the ground.
Quick to react, Lorna attempted to get up and counterattack.
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