“She?” Daniel paused and chuckled. “She’s not a relative of mine. She’s my aunt’s student.”

“Anya…” Maisie pronounced her name, tracing the photo with her fingertips and couldn’t help but smile. “She’s really beautiful.”

Daniel hurriedly said, “You’re beautiful too.”

Maisie pushed him lightly, looking coy. “She’s your aunt’s student, so is she also a playwright?”

“Yes,” Daniel explained, “I know very little about her, but I’ve heard she was a talented writer and playwright. However, she kept a low profile, maintained a mysterious persona to the outside world, and hadn’t produced many works. Hence, very few people know this name.”

“Does she still write books?” Maisie asked curiously.

Daniel shook his head and replied, “She was troubled by love later on and seemed quite distressed over a man. My aunt was disappointed in her and never contacted her again.”

“And then?”

close, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I don’t know about her, actually. You can ask my aunt in person

she lowered her

of which, I want to find a suitable opportunity to introduce you

bit fearful, her gaze

held her shoulders, his tone gentle, each word flowing like a gentle stream. “To me, Aunt Whitney is like my mom, even closer than my mom. You know, my parents passed away

I just took over this position, many in the Quimby Group were watching me closely. It was my aunt and uncle who came out to stabilize the situation. The

ignore what the Quimbys think, but I must bring you

nodded, understanding. Daniel’s aunt would

softly, “Is Aunt Whitney… easy to get along

“What if she isn’t?”

hard to make her like me.” Daniel countered, “In a big family like this, the relationship between a mother-in-law and

didn’t hesitate,

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