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 his mother’s personality was like now, and he didn’t even know what expression

there awkwardly,

with me. It’s cold

Maisie finally spoke.

a few flowers into the living room

her to sit

big house, and

to decorate the place according to his

bought up while his mother was living here. There were famous paintings hanging on a

familiarity, but it’s also a bit sour. The butler had shown me your photos, but meeting you still made me jolt. I’ve got such a grown-up

didn’t seem to be in a panic over losing those

mind it too

treat you all throughout this year, so I found a professional to treat you psychologically, which led to you forgetting a lot of memories of those years. I’m sorry, Mom.

requiring psychiatric

Maisie smiled mildly.

to me. If 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

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 forgotten, I still hope for

thought back to his mother’s pain, and

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

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 out even now.

her

weather so cold. When it’s spring and everything is in bloom, I’d like to

try to say anything else about that, of course. His mother’s

brought something else

into thin air, but I had the butler talk generally about my experiences. I’d wanted to do something, but I always felt like it’d be best to

want me

immediately, while Maisie showed

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