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"I don't want to discuss it further." Daniel's expression turned cold. "Have some respect, Ms. Newhouse."
After that, he carefully glanced at Maisie and asked softly, "Shall we go back?"
Maisie remained silent.
Daniel became more anxious. He cautiously tried to lead her back toward the private room, but she stopped in her
tracks when they brushed past Jodie.
"Maisie..." Daniel's heart lurched.
"Daniel, wait a moment." Maisie's voice was gentle. "I have a few words to say to Ms. Newhouse.
"I have been sick before." She looked into Jodie's eyes, her face bearing a determined look. "But I've recovered
now. Ms. Newhouse, it was a mental illness, and mental illnesses require the right medicine. I'm fortunate because
my medicine has always been by my side."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDaniel was stunned, looking at her intently.
"There were misunderstandings between Daniel and me." Maisie quietly held Daniel's hand. "But those
misunderstandings are cleared now. I'm sure my love for him and his feelings for me haven't changed. That's why
we're together again.
"Mental illnesses are different from other diseases. As long as you find the right medicine, it can heal without
leaving scars. I can confidently tell you that there are no rifts between Daniel and me anymore.
"Your brother is still unwell, so I understand your concern as an elder sister. However... have you considered if he
hasn't found the right medicine?"
Maisie finished with a gentle smile at Daniel, took his hand, and turned to leave.
Jodie stood still, clenching her fists tightly at her side and glaring in the direction Maisie departed.
It was then her phone vibrated. Someone sent her a message. Looking at the number, she felt a suffocating sense
of despair.
Initially, she intended to upset Maisie, but she hadn't expected Maisie to handle it so effortlessly! She poured all her
anger into a text message, quickly typing.
Jodie: [Don't bother me again! Do you think of anything other than money? I'm not your daughter!]
After sending the message, she threw her phone to the floor, the shattered screen reflecting her enraged face.
A few days later, Toph brought Chris along and found the Newhouse residence, following Lily's provided address.
In fact, he had encountered Harvey a few times during their student days at some comic exhibitions. They knew
each other, had exchanged contact information, and often discussed drawing techniques. Due to their surprisingly
similar views, Toph had once thought of Harvey as another version of himself.
However, later, Harvey suddenly disappeared. Toph lost contact with him, and then... the news of Harvey's illness
surfaced.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmToph felt bad for him and wanted to take this opportunity to visit him.
The Newhouses knew that there were visitors who came a long way from Centrolis today, so they made
preparations early.
The head butler personally drove the car to the private road outside the villa to welcome the two Hamerton heirs.
The butler led them to Harvey's private studio, with bodyguards and a doctor standing guard around.
Chris frowned, glanced around, and whispered to Toph, "This place is so strange. It gives off a creepy vibe, just like
the old den of the drug trafficking gang I raided at the border back then..."
There was some distance between the corridor and the studio, and the corridor walls were filled with Harvey's
paintings. Some were unusually vibrant in color, while some were genuinely eerie.
In Toph's eyes, however, these were rare pieces of art.
"Don't speak nonsense." He nudged Chris. "You wouldn't understand an artist's world!"
"But an artist should still be a human first, right?" Chris widened his eyes. "Art... shouldn't be connected to hell,
right?"
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