"Let's go." Daniel set down what he was holding. "I'll show you!"

Maisie followed him to the small building.

It was a white cottage. Although uninhabited, it was clean both inside and out. Maids cleaned it daily, and they smiled and nodded respectfully upon seeing Daniel and Maisie.

"This is where my aunt used to live," Daniel explained softly.

He opened the door, revealing a spacious living room connected to a long, bright corridor. Photos lined the corridor. The elegant, distinguished woman in those pictures was probably Daniel's aunt.

However, as Maisie looked at the photos, she felt a sense of familiarity.

"She's..." She furrowed her brow, pondered for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of realization. "Professor Kinglake?!"

smiled gently, placing a hand on her

surprised. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you have such

raised an eyebrow, smiling. In his mother's family, impressive

particularly remarkable—she could be

the same father but a different mother as Linda. My dad abandoned her and her mother and then found my mother, which led to the current status of the Quimbys. Except for

an album from an antique chest. The album was weighty and pristine, documenting the splendor of several generations

Kinglakes, even pictures of them shaking hands with international

can't compare, but they're still considered an

mom and aunt's

flipped through, amazed by the youthful beauty of Daniel's mother. His aunt was also beautiful, with a touch of more scholarly

Daniel asked her with a smile. "She's

famous dramatist! Many theater books mention her. Besides, I know that

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