Daniel narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening.

"Daniel, I'm really sorry..." Camila cried. "I shouldn't have taken her out without your permission today. But... I just wanted to discuss the final draft with her and help her relax. I never expected her health to be this bad.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have bothered her with work at this time."

Daniel remained silent, exuding a chilling aura.

Camila had shouldered all the blame, but was she really so well-meaning? Was she innocent?

He clenched his fists, watching the weakened Maisie and feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

"You should leave," he said, gesturing for Camila to go.

"Daniel..."

"Leave!"

looked at his towering figure,

Maisie's cries echoed from the

over, carefully embracing her. Beads of sweat slid down her

Maisie's words were

her

as Maisie stopped struggling and gradually fell into a deep sleep

her side the entire night. He hardly slept, the past haunting

...

was the third year Maisie had spent

doctors for Owen, upgraded the Squire residence,

him

day, Daniel would hold her hand down the aisle, solemnly

no intention of marrying her. He viewed her merely as a pet. He could spoil her, indulge her, give her money,

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