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.

suddenly stopped. The smile on her face

eyes turned gloomy. Just as suddenly as it arrived,

It was as if she turned into a different person

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

miserable. It was almost like a whisper. Cassandra's heart sunk. She felt sorry for Courtney.

clothes, her response told Cassandra how much Courtney cared about the man and

who does

to know more

Her

like me because I can't do the things he wants me to do. I can't...I just

choked up. There were tears in her eyes.

knew that she had to stop asking Courtney more questions. She didn't

here. I'm with you. Let's have some

gently. She walked to the closet, helped her put back the clothes and walked her

did feel tired after her busy morning

would have freaked her out to

name? I have never seen

at Cassandra up and down. Her

is Cassandra Qin,"

knew that Courtney must have already forgotten her, so she explained to

smile.

feel that something was wrong. It felt as

stood

to have some rest. Please

her mouth

to the person she

of relief. At least, she wouldn't

walked out and closed the door quietly.

downstairs and saw Whitney

I don't have time to show you around. How about I

said to Cassandra apologetically

data on the

can walk around by myself. The air in Norway is so fresh, much better than my hometown. I would like to get some

said giving a gentle smile to Whitney, and went for

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

and met Whitney, Cassandra realized how silly and naive she was. What made her think that

wealthy seeing that the President

The money she could lose from her 20% shares

was almost sure that Whitney would not really care how

the kind of person who could easily be persuaded to change her mind. Her daughter, Courtney, might be the only