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.

to say. He couldn’t guess at what his mother’s personality was

stand there

sit with

Maisie finally spoke.

into the living room and put

took Robert with her to

house, and the décor was

decorate the place according to

paintings hanging on a wall with delicate, beautiful artisan

me your photos, but meeting you still made me jolt. I’ve got such a grown-up son now.

seem to be in a panic over losing those memories, and she

at peace, and didn’t seem to mind it too much. If anything, she seemed

were taken away and your nerves were shot. We didn’t manage to treat you all throughout this year, so I found a professional to treat you psychologically,

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

Maisie smiled mildly.

I’m sick, I should have been 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 with

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

Robert thought back to his mother’s

liked having a mother so even and at peace. He liked having a mother so concerned and

outside, so long as you bring bodyguards and men, you can go out even now.

her

cold. When it’s spring and everything is

that, of course. His mother’s wishes came

Maisie brought something

generally about my experiences. I’d wanted to do something, but I always felt like it’d

want me

asked immediately, while Maisie

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