"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?!"

placing a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, Whitney

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

Daniel raised an eyebrow, smiling. In his mother's family, impressive individuals were abundant, whether

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

an antique chest. The album was weighty and pristine, documenting the

senior Kinglakes, even pictures of them shaking hands

can't compare, but

and aunt's photos

beauty of Daniel's mother. His aunt

asked her with a smile. "She's been retired

Cumulus City Theatre Academy, a famous dramatist! Many theater books mention her.

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