Ever since Vincent had departed D City, Maisie’s mental state hadn’t shown any problems.

Robert had been worried that Vincent might have done something in secret instead of following his request to the letter.

But his men had looked after his mother all along and nothing unusual had come up.

Now he’d moved the whole family to the mansion on the side of the hill.

Of course, it was a wide area here, with several houses built.

His mother was staying in a small house with two stories, about two hundred square meters, with two servants taking care of her regularly.

Outside that house was a delicate little flower room. It was winter now, but the room was a glasshouse, kept temperate, and beautiful flowers were still blooming inside.

According to the servants’ report, his mother spent a lot of time painting inside this glasshouse. Occasionally, she played the piano here as well, leading peaceful days.

That was what Robert had hoped for as well. It was the afternoon when he arrived, and it was almost dark out. His mother was inside the flower room.

He watched as Maisie bent down, lowering her head over a flower, seemingly enjoying its fragrance.

Robert’s heart inexplicably settled.

Even though he couldn’t remember his past memories, he’d never felt like he was distant from his mother.

He cared about her, and seeing her like this now, nowhere near as painful and hateful as before, Robert heaved a sigh of relief.

He stood at the door to the glasshouse, while Maisie picked a few flowers inside.

She turned around, her gaze meeting Robert’s in the doorway.

what to say. He couldn’t guess at what his mother’s personality was like now, and he

there

with

Maisie finally spoke.

living room

took Robert with her to

a big house, and the décor was

to decorate the

been bought up while his mother was living here. There were famous paintings hanging on a wall with delicate, beautiful artisan pieces. All in all,

bit sour. The butler had shown me your photos, but meeting you still made me jolt. I’ve got such a grown-up son now. My memories still seem stuck twenty years

be in

didn’t seem to mind it too

a professional to treat you psychologically, which led to you forgetting a lot of memories

Maisie the lie he’d prepared – sickness requiring psychiatric intervention causing memory loss

Maisie smiled mildly.

losing those memories. These days feel peaceful. I’d wanted to go out and take a walk, but the butler and secretary said that there’s been some issues with you overseas, and that it’s dangerous,

I liked. Painted, read, made little pop art pieces, wiling whole days away just like that. I don’t feel that it’s unbearable, but I’d only wanted you to hurry back. They said you were in

to his

at peace. He liked having a mother so

worried you for what happened overseas. There should be no danger for now. If you’d like to stroll around outside, so long as you bring bodyguards and men, you can go

her

the weather so cold. When it’s spring

that, of course. His mother’s wishes came first on

Maisie brought

the butler talk generally

want me

Maisie showed

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