"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?!"

hand on her

you tell me

his mother's family, impressive individuals were abundant, whether in politics or

particularly remarkable—she

is considered an outsider," Daniel mentioned his background, a rare instance. "You know I have 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

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

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

Kinglakes today can't

flipping. My mom and aunt's photos are toward

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

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

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

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