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

Just as suddenly as it arrived, the

looked confused. It was as if she turned into

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

a few seconds ago was now low and miserable. It was almost like a whisper. Cassandra's

Courtney didn't exactly answer her question about the clothes, her response told Cassandra how much Courtney cared

who does

asked carefully, hoping to know

brows. Her

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

tears in

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

here. I'm with you.

to the closet, helped her put back the clothes and walked her to

after her

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

I have never seen

up and down. Her eyes were

is Cassandra

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

hold back her smile.

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

stood

tired and I need to have some rest. Please leave my

opened her mouth but said

the person she used to

of relief. At least, she wouldn't hurt herself

and closed the

saw Whitney working on her computer.

quite busy with some stuff. Unfortunately, I don't have time to show you around. How about

said to Cassandra apologetically when

of market data on the screen

The air in Norway is so fresh, much better than my hometown. I would like

Whitney, and went

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

silly and naive she was. What made her think that Whitney would

huge client of TY Securities. She was very wealthy

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

really care how

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