"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 shoulder. "Yes,

"Why didn't you tell me earlier

family, impressive

particularly remarkable—she could be considered

her and her mother and then found my mother, which led to the current status of the Quimbys. Except

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

she found photos of senior Kinglakes, even pictures of them shaking

Kinglakes today can't compare,

aunt's photos are toward the

beauty of Daniel's mother. His aunt was also beautiful,

know my aunt?" Daniel asked her with a smile. "She's been retired for so many

Theatre Academy, a famous dramatist! Many theater books

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