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

as suddenly as it arrived, the

confused. It was as if she turned into a different person in

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

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

how much Courtney cared about the man

does he

hoping to know more

Her face

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

choked up. There were tears in her eyes.

asking Courtney more questions. She didn't

okay, Courtney. You're just tired. Come here. I'm with you. Let's have

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

feel tired after her

seldom went out the house because she was sick. In normal circumstances, it would have freaked her out to see a stranger in the house. But Cassandra

have

asked as she looked at Cassandra up and

is

forgotten her, so she explained to her

back her smile.

as if Courtney was still in her

stood up.

some rest. Please leave my bedroom," she said

opened her mouth but said nothing.

returned to the person she

a sigh of relief. At least,

out and closed the door quietly.

downstairs and saw Whitney

I don't have time to

apologetically when she saw her.

of market data on the screen dazzled

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

to Whitney, and went

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

naive she was. What made her think that

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

The money she could lose from her 20% shares in Qin Group was nothing compared to

not really care how high her

who could easily be persuaded to change her mind. Her daughter, Courtney, might be