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

turned gloomy. Just as suddenly as it arrived, the excitement

as if she turned into a different person in just a few

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

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

how much Courtney cared about the man and how sad it made her when he

does he

hoping to know

Her face

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

in her eyes. She looked very upset.

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

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

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

feel tired after her busy

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

I have never

at Cassandra up and down. Her eyes were wide

is Cassandra

have already forgotten her, so she explained to her patiently.

seemed to hold back her smile. Instead, she

as

Courtney stood

some rest. Please leave my bedroom,"

opened her mouth

the person

of relief. At least, she wouldn't hurt

walked out and closed the door quietly.

Whitney working on her

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

apologetically when she saw her.

of market data on the

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

Whitney, and

outside the courtyard. Not far from it was a forest. Blue sky, white cloud, green forest and grassy meadow. It was a

realized how silly and naive she was. What made her think that

very wealthy seeing that the President of the company handled her

needed was money. The money she could lose from her 20% shares in Qin Group

really care how high her offer

persuaded to change her mind. Her daughter, Courtney, might be the only