A Graduation Gift

The moment Rufus and Cassandra drove away, Cloris's heart eased out. Rufus's suspecting attitude made her nervous. He always acted as if she was after hurting Cassandra.

But according to her, he did not know what was right and what was wrong. In reality, she was the one who always got hurt.

If she told everyone what Cassandra did to her, it would ruin her reputation. She had to keep quiet for her own sake. But for how long? One day, she would reveal who Cassandra was under the disguise.

Not after long, Cassandra and Rufus arrived at the prison where Vernon was. He was shocked to see Rufus standing by her daughter in the visiting room, but it didn't take long for him to read the situation.

While Cassandra caught up with her father, Rufus stood beside them silently with a gentle smile.

She knew she should introduce Rufus to her father first, but the way Edith had behaved early in the day made her heart twist in knots. She was afraid her father would give a similar reaction. She was simply wasting time dragging in irrelevant matters instead of talking about Rufus.

But Rufus wasn't worried. He watched Cassandra talk to Vernon and stood there without any insecurity, as if he was invisible.

"So...what are you planning to do next?" Vernon asked, worried about her future.

Cassandra had told him how Lyndsy had decided to quit the entertainment industry. Vernon was worried about her, as she had lost her job again.

Cassandra's eyes lit up. Her father's questions gave her an opportunity to change the topic.

We're planning to run a studio together. I have decided to pursue painting and

up at Rufus, signaling him

understood her intention and

emotion into her art. I thought it was a good idea for her to pursue arts and suggested that she establish her own studio, because

nodded in response,

so on. You can even invite some

and kind as before. Soon, he

diseases in developed countries. You can keep learning and try more things. It's a way of healing people with depression. I remember you yourself didn't talk a lot when you were little, and that you kept a distance from people, even from me and your mother! But you spent a lot of time painting. It is definitely worth trying

and his face lit up

ideas. They sound superb. Father,

him to clap his hands in excitement!

qualified enough to be a planning manager. I used to be a company's chairman

almost forgetting the anguished prison

every time she came made him happy. But these visits

to go back to my cell,"

Rufus's eyes with a pleasant smile, and then patted him