A Graduation Gift

Whitney looked sad and frustrated. What Cassandra said even gave her more pain.

"I know why Courtney is acting like this. It is because of that man. He left Courtney and no one knows where he is now. I can't seem to find him no matter how hard I tried," she said.

Whitney furrowed her brows and looked at Courtney who was picking out clothes from her closet happily. Tears filled her eyes.

"Considering Courtney's mental state, how can I leave her? I can't afford to try to find the guy myself. Someone has to stay with Courtney. Also, that man hurt her. I don't know what will happen to her if he comes back in her life again. What if she goes out of control? I can't afford to lose my only daughter.

I don't expect her to fully recover. All I want is that she becomes capable of living her life without trying to hurt herself again,"

Whitney sighed. She became even more sorrowful as she looked at her daughter.

Cassandra followed her gaze. The sunshine lit the room beautifully. Under the warm sunlight, Courtney looked young and beautiful.

It could have been a very wonderful sight to see a girl picking out dresses for her date so happily on a warm afternoon, thinking about the love of her life.

Courtney, who indulged herself in her memory, must be very happy now.

"Sometimes, she acts like this, happily dreaming about the man. But after a few moments, she will suddenly return to the present and go back to her cold, indifferent self," Whitney explained.

It was difficult to watch her. Whitney looked at the ceiling to keep her tears from falling.

"Why don't you stay for a few more days in Norway, Cassandra, since you seldom come here? I have a lot of guest rooms. You can pick whichever you like. Remember to lock the door before you go to sleep so Courtney won't startle you. Please think about it," Whitney offered. "Anyway, I have a meeting with a securities agent. I should go now."

Whitney ended and left, leaving Cassandra with Courtney.

Cassandra went into deep thought.

"Pink, no. I wore pink last time,"

Courtney muttered to herself as she threw the pink dress away. Pouting, she looked like a three-year-old little girl.

"Black, no. He doesn't like me in black,"

she whispered as she threw away another batch of clothes.

"Purple? He thinks I look old in purple. No purple!"

Courtney still couldn't choose what to wear.

Cassandra walked over to her.

"Courtney, what does he like?"

she asked, being observant of Courtney's facial expression.

The smile on her face disappeared

bright and sparkling eyes turned gloomy. Just as suddenly

she looked confused. It was as if she turned

"He...doesn't like me,"

miserable. It was almost like a whisper. Cassandra's heart sunk. She

exactly answer her question about the clothes, her response told Cassandra how much Courtney cared about the man

who does

asked carefully, hoping to know more information.

brows. Her face

me because I can't do the things he wants

in her eyes. She looked very

to stop asking Courtney more questions. She didn't want her to suffer from more painful memories.

You're just tired. Come here. I'm with you. Let's

her put back the clothes and

after her busy morning picking

In normal circumstances, it would have freaked her out to see a stranger

your name? I have never seen you before,"

at Cassandra up and down. Her eyes

name is

already forgotten her, so she

hold back her smile.

as if Courtney was still in

stood

have some rest.

mouth but said nothing.

the person

a sigh of relief. At

out and closed the door quietly.

downstairs and saw Whitney working on her

sorry, Cassandra, I'm quite busy with some stuff. Unfortunately, I don't have time to show you around. How about I ask someone to take you for a

Cassandra apologetically when she saw her.

of market data

can walk around by myself. The air in Norway is so fresh, much better than

said giving a gentle smile to Whitney, and went

from it was a forest. Blue sky, white cloud, green forest and

she was. What made

huge client of TY Securities. She was very wealthy seeing that the President

from her 20% shares in Qin Group was nothing compared

that Whitney would not really care how high her offer might

kind of person who could easily be persuaded to change her mind.