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 like now, and he didn’t

stand there

in and sit with

Maisie finally spoke.

into the living

with her to sit on a

wasn’t a big house, and the décor was

people to decorate

his mother was living here. There were famous paintings hanging on a wall with delicate, beautiful

sense of 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

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

to mind it too much.

didn’t manage to treat you all throughout this year, so I found a professional to treat you psychologically, which led to you

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

Maisie smiled mildly.

apologize 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

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

to his

He liked having a mother so concerned and

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

her head

I don’t feel like going out with the weather so cold. When it’s spring and

didn’t try to say anything else about that, of course. His mother’s wishes came first

brought something else

memories after I got married seem to have vanished 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 wait for you to come back,

want

immediately, while Maisie showed

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255