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.

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

there awkwardly, not

sit with me.

Maisie finally spoke.

flowers into the living room and put

Robert with her to sit on

wasn’t a big house, and

people to decorate the place

on a wall with

butler had shown me your photos, but meeting you

seem to be in a panic over losing those memories, and she didn’t seem apprehensive

was at peace, and didn’t seem to mind it too much.

professional to treat you

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

Maisie smiled mildly.

treated. I’m not sad about 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

I’ve just stayed at home and done what 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 danger, after all. Now that you’re back safely, I can rest easy. You’re my son, after all. With all I’ve

Robert thought back to his mother’s pain, and felt both sour

having a mother so even and at peace. He liked

you’d like to stroll around outside, so long as you bring bodyguards and men, you can go out even

shook her head and

I don’t feel like going out with the weather so cold. When it’s spring and everything is in bloom, I’d like to go to

say anything else about that, of course. His mother’s wishes came first on such a

brought something else

butler talk generally about my experiences. I’d wanted to do something, but I always felt like it’d be best to wait for you to come back, and do it

do you want me to

immediately, while Maisie showed a

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