"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, Whitney Kinglake.

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

his mother's family,

remarkable—she could be considered

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 of the Quimbys. Except for the

chest. The album was weighty and pristine, documenting the

of senior Kinglakes, even pictures of them shaking hands

Daniel smiled. "The Kinglakes today can't compare,

and aunt's photos

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

asked her with a smile. "She's

she was a renowned professor at the Cumulus City Theatre Academy, a famous dramatist! Many theater books mention

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