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.

stopped. The smile on her face disappeared gradually.

Just as

if she turned into a

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

was now low and miserable. It was almost

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

who does he

carefully, hoping to

her brows. Her face became

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

tears in her

she had to stop asking Courtney more questions. She didn't want her to

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

helped her put back the clothes and walked her to

tired after her busy

because she was sick. In normal circumstances, it would have freaked her out

your name? I have never

up and down. Her eyes

name is Cassandra

already forgotten her, so she explained to her patiently.

hold back her smile. Instead, she

feel that something was wrong. It felt as if Courtney was still

Courtney stood up.

need to have some rest. Please leave my bedroom," she

her mouth but

to the

sigh of

walked out and closed

went downstairs and saw Whitney working

stuff. Unfortunately, I don't have time to show you around. How about I ask someone to take you for a

to Cassandra apologetically when she saw her.

market data on the screen

Norway is so fresh, much better than my hometown. I would like to get some fresh air,"

to Whitney, and went for

far from it was a forest. Blue sky, white cloud, green forest and grassy meadow. It was a breathtaking view. Still, Cassandra could not set herself to enjoy

realized how silly and naive she was. What

was very wealthy seeing that the President of

from her

would not really care how high her offer might be

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