"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 shoulder. "Yes, Whitney

was very surprised. "Why didn't you tell me

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

particularly remarkable—she

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 of the Quimbys. Except for the surname, everything

was weighty

found photos of senior Kinglakes, even pictures of them shaking hands with international

these are in the past." Daniel smiled. "The Kinglakes today can't compare, but they're still considered

flipping. My mom and aunt's photos are toward the

flipped through, amazed by the youthful beauty of Daniel's mother. His aunt was

my aunt?" Daniel asked her with a

famous dramatist! Many

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