"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?!"Daniel smiled gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, Whitney Kinglake. She's my aunt."Maisie was very surprised. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you have such an impressive aunt?""Impressive?" Daniel raised an eyebrow, smiling. In his mo
"She?" Daniel paused and chuckled. "She's not a relative of mine. She's my aunt's student.""Anya..." Maisie pronounced her name, tracing the photo with her fingertips and couldn't help but smile. "She's really beautiful."Daniel hurriedly said, "You're beautiful too."Maisie pushed him lightly, looking coy. "She's your aunt's student, so is she also a playwright?""Yes," Daniel explained, "I know very little about her, but I've heard she was a talented writer and playwright. However, she kept a low profile, maintained a mysterious persona to the outside world, and hadn't produced many works. Hence, very few people know this name.""Does she still write books?" Maisie asked curiously.Daniel shook his head and replied, "She was troubled by love later on and seemed quite distressed over a man. My aunt was disappointed in her and never contacted her again.""And then?""And then... she passed away." Daniel drew Maisie close, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "I don't know abo
This was the backyard of the Newhouses, usually not frequented by people, and the road outside was private, with no vehicles passing through.Cindy had been waiting there for a long time. When she saw Jodie, she waved excitedly. However, as soon as she noticed Jodie's disdainful expression, her smile froze. Eventually, she could only pull a dry smile."Jojo...""What's wrong with you?" Jodie didn't mince words as she started to scold her. "How did you find this place? The servants just mentioned someone outside the backyard and were about to call security... Fortunately, I intercepted them!""Jojo, I—""Is it about money again?" Jodie crossed her arms, looking imposing, and smirked. "It seems you've got nothing else to discuss with me. Speak up. How much this time? For your useless son again, right? That waste of space, why hasn't he perished in rehab yet?!""You!" Cindy widened her eyes, her expression abruptly changing. "How could you say that about your brother?!""Let him
"Absolutely not!" Cindy protested vehemently. "Listen, let me explain. I really couldn't find an opportunity. Daniel—""Don't use Daniel as an excuse!" Jodie lost her composure. "No matter how capable he is, can he stay by that despicable girl's side 24/7? Can he manipulate everything? It's just that you don't want to find an opportunity!"Jodie gave her a sidelong glance and taunted sarcastically, "Could it be that my biological mother, who raised someone else's child, has developed feelings for that child?""What are you saying?!" Cindy was distressed and angry.How had she treated Jodie all these years? Even if she found it nearly impossible to see her daughter, she still willingly overcame obstacles just to catch a glimpse of her.Even when faced with Jodie's coldness, Cindy continued to meet her with a smiling face. If Jodie was unhappy, Cindy would be willing to give her everything she had.That was because she was her daughter, born from her own body—her flesh and blood! I
Cindy increasingly regretted her actions, staying silent for a while before saying shakily, "Jojo, come back home with me. I'll definitely—""You'll definitely what?!" Jodie's grievance erupted like a flood. "I've grown accustomed to living like this. Do you want me to return to that slum with you? Let me tell you once more. My dad is the CEO of the Newhouse Group, my mom is a renowned author, and I am the future CEO of Newhouse Group! I have no connection with you or that slum! None!""Jojo!"Jodie jerked her hand away and ran off without looking back.Cindy's vision blurred due to tears streaming down her face, and her heart was gripped with pain."It's all because of Delilah..." she muttered to herself, grinding her teeth. "It's all because of her! She's the reason our family has become what it is today!"Jojo, don't worry. I'll help you remove all obstacles, including this malicious woman!"Cindy wiped her tears, the discomfort from her diabetes starting to creep up. She end
When Toph arrived at the Newhouse residence, the butler personally welcomed him and respectfully led him to Harvey's art studio.Harvey had been sitting there all morning, engrossed in painting. Toph approached slowly, unable to help smiling when he observed Harvey's intense focus.Harvey keenly sensed someone behind him and abruptly looked up."Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean to sneak up on you!" Toph hurriedly waved his hands as if confessing to a mistake. "I... I brought the final draft of the illustrated novel to see if there's anything you think needs to be revised."Harvey glanced at it briefly and grunted after a while, "Your work is already good enough. No need for changes.""Really?" Toph scratched his head. "But Aunt Maisie saw these last time and knew which ones you drew... Actually, I'm not as good as you in terms of artistic sensibility.""You're being modest!" Harvey lightly scoffed, turning away to focus on his artwork. He still looked pale and thin, but there wa
Even though each one was a draft, Harvey's sketches were as refined as finished works from some comic studios. The style of these drawings was exquisite and captivating, even without colors. Relying on the market sense he had honed over the years, Toph was convinced that this work was bound to be a hit."Is this your comic?" he couldn't help but ask. "It's really good! Not only are the visuals beautiful, but the storyline is also great!"Harvey, why did you never mention that you create comics yourself?""You..." Harvey turned his head slightly, his expression complex. "Why are you looking at this?""I stumbled upon it, just under this easel... Why? Is it not meant to be seen?"Harvey waved his hand dismissively and turned his face away. After a while, he muttered, "You… You like it?""It's great! If this sells, it'll surely be a hit!""But the main characters are two guys..." Harvey's voice trailed off. "People might dislike that, right?"Toph chuckled, putting his hand on H
Despair reflected in Harvey's eyes.Toph looked at him, feeling an inexplicable sense of sadness. Harvey was thin as if a gust of wind could blow him away. His complexion was ghostly pale, a shade of abnormal pallor.Fate seemed relentless. It was like living in hell for being born into this family."I don't know why they treat me like this," Harvey self-mockingly smiled. "Since I was little, my father never liked me. In my memory, he never smiled at me or even held me."And my mother, she's sometimes good to me, sometimes bad. Sometimes she indulges me, other times she hits me even harder than my sister..."And I found out about Jodie's secret ten years ago.""Her secret?" Toph's heart lurched. He had overheard Chris and Lena murmuring that Jodie had no blood relation to Delilah."Yes." Harvey picked up a pen, casually sketching on paper. A few lines twisted into distorted figures like a scene from a chilling horror film.Toph could tell that the twisted face was Jodie, holdin
"Only Morpheus and Sephy aren't like that. They respect and understand me. Sephy told me once, 'One's appearance doesn't indicate anything. A clean heart is what truly matters!'"Rebecca chuckled dismissively."You're a psychologist, yet you fail to grasp this," Wynn said coldly. "Actually, I pity you. You could have stepped out, yet you insist on dwelling on the trivialities."Morpheus has psychological barriers, a consequence of returning from the battlefield. No one has cured his PTSD except Sephy... It shows that a true psychologist is never just a title."What truly heals everything is love!"-One particular morning a year later, sunlight streamed through sheer cream curtains onto the floor.Persephone was sound asleep when she suddenly felt something pressing down on her... Then, Morpheus' strong arms wrapped around her slender waist. She drowsily opened her eyes to find him sealing her lips with heated kisses.Over the year, his kissing skills had improved, and Persepho
With Morpheus' involvement, the police didn't slack off and quickly found Rebecca.That day, Rebecca was preparing to escape from a small port. The boat she had found was an illegally operating one.As she was about to board, piercing sirens sounded nearby.The boat owner, enraged upon hearing the sirens, grabbed Rebecca by her hair and pushed her into the water.Rebecca screamed for help, but he roared, "I didn't expect you to be sent by the cops!""I'm not..." Rebecca choked on water. "Sir, let's leave now. Your boat is fast. As long as we reach the open sea, no one will catch you!""Dream on!" The boat owner wanted to strangle her. "Do you not understand? These sirens are from the royal guards! Who did you bitch provoke?"Rebecca was dumbfounded. Being a foreigner, she naturally didn't understand the local affairs in the Southeast Aciatic region.The police and royal guards quickly caught up, armed, and surrounded them.Rebecca turned pale and trembled all over, her gaze gr
"You had no choice on the battlefield."Persephone looked at him with her crystal eyes. There was a magical power in them. Even if a devil was tearing him apart, her eyes would always bring him back to light.She smiled and caressed his cheek. "Though you killed your father, you saved the country.""Do you really… think so?"She nodded. "You're not at fault. He was the one who made a mistake. You were just fulfilling your job as a general to protect the country."But I also understand that he's your father who brought you up, after all. You guys must have had happy days before that happened, right?"Morpheus held his head low in silence."You did well as the protector of the country," she said softly. "But as a son, you can secretly pay homage to him."Persephone held his hand. "Reconcile with your father, Morpheus. You'll also reconcile with yourself by doing that, okay?"He was stunned for a long time and felt a lump in his throat.-Morpheus stayed with Persephone in the
"No way!" Christopher smirked, glancing at Morpheus. "To him, you're his only princess! I just got lucky for the princess carry, thanks to you!""Yeah, at least you're self-aware!" Persephone nodded, rubbing her chin."We've known each other for so long! What kind of person do you think I am?" Christopher laughed. "I can be a bit shameless at times, but..."But upon learning that the one she loved was the unbeatable god of war, he willingly stepped back, offering his blessings with a smile."Okay, okay. You two stop crowding around me!" Christopher waved his hand. "Sephy needs more rest, and I'd like to get some more sleep, too! Once we heal, let's go out and have some fun together!""You're still thinking about fun?" Morpheus' deep voice intervened with a wry smile. "With the factory explosion incident, the royal family is furious and will thoroughly investigate it. Many people will probably be coming to talk to you both in the next few days. After all, you two are the most direc
"Let's get out first!""Hey, wait..." Persephone pointed to the other side.In moments of life and death, it wasn't appropriate to laugh, but Morpheus still chuckled. The young Prince Christopher was sprawled on the floor in a very ridiculous pose, and they almost forgot about him!"Don't worry," Morpheus whispered. "I won't let anything happen to him."He had Persephone cling to his back and then carried Christopher.Christopher was a tall fellow, so it took some effort to carry them both to a safe place.Fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars rushed in. Their sirens pierced the sky, startling a flock of birds.The fire was soon extinguished, and Persephone and Christopher received timely treatment. Luckily, their burns weren't too severe, and even more fortunately, their faces were unharmed.When Christopher woke up, he felt bandages wrapped around his head, and his skin had a burning sensation. His heart sank, and he was almost on the verge of tears."Tell me the truth! A
There was fire everywhere. Flames rushed toward Persephone like menacing dragons. Her consciousness grew increasingly blurred, but the searing pain coursing through her body became clearer. She struggled to get up, the agony almost unbearable.Despite several attempts, it was futile...Something was pinning her feet down, and stones kept falling on her. She couldn't even muster a shout.Many images flashed through her mind in that fleeting moment, each frame featuring Morpheus' face…She remembered the times they had spent together in Flinge, how he had initially distanced himself from her, then later had exerted every effort to protect her. She recalled how he would gently ruffle her hair and call her "silly goose"..."Morpheus, I'm afraid I might have to go first..."The fire grew fiercer, explosions resonated continuously, and she could no longer hold on.Christopher, who was nearby, wasn't any better.Amidst the roaring flames, he couldn't see anything clearly, only pulling
"No need, you can go back first." Morpheus glanced at him. "I'll wait here for her a little longer.""Prince Christopher wouldn't do anything to Ms. Hamerton...""Alfred, what are you thinking?" Morpheus couldn't help but chuckle. "I know exactly what Christopher is like, but I just want to wait here for Sephy. Christopher mentioned that she'd specifically designed these fireworks for me. Hah! I'm the useless one. I don't even dare to go inside and take a look.""Sir, don't say that.""If I wait here, will it count as accompanying her in her efforts?"Alfred nodded.Morpheus smiled and sent Alfred back. He continued waiting under the tree.The air in Southeast Aciatic was hot and humid. The shade of the banyan tree offered some relief, but it couldn't completely dispel the oppressive heat.Morpheus took a deep breath, about to move elsewhere, when he glimpsed a suspicious figure swiftly darting through the factory's side gate.The security at the side gate was lax, making it e
Christopher struggled to swallow the bite of the sandwich in his mouth for what seemed like ages. He gazed at Persephone, his mind wandering back…He didn't just know Morpheus. He had been close since childhood to the children of the two prominent military families in Southeast Aciatic.Compared to the Harrises, he preferred visiting the Ortons, especially when he got to spend time with Morpheus. He considered Morpheus a friend, a brother even, having engaged in countless mischief together, much to their parents' dismay.In his memory, Morpheus was someone who smiled a lot, radiating warmth and brightness like the Southeast Aciatic sun when he did.However, from the moment Kaiden betrayed the country, Morpheus never smiled again, gradually growing distant from Christopher as well.It wasn't until that evening at the gates of the palace that Christopher felt like it had been a lifetime."I... I don't know him." Christopher forced a smile. "Where would I have met your boyfriend!"
Morpheus wasn't just an ordinary person!Christopher wholeheartedly accepted his defeat to Morpheus."Then... I'd like to invite you to come over to my place for a while as a friend. That's fine, right?"-A few days later, Persephone finally ran into Christopher, who had been missing in action for days, in the classroom."Hey, you finally showed up!" She dashed over, plopping down in the seat beside him and handing him breakfast. "You haven't eaten, right? Let's eat together!"Usually, Christopher would readily accept, but he waved his hands now. "No, no, no!""What's wrong?" Persephone widened her eyes. "This breakfast isn't poisoned!"Christopher awkwardly smiled. "You have a boyfriend, so maybe... we should keep some distance."Persephone burst into laughter. Then she remarked, "Strange... Morpheus was right!""Uh, what?""My boyfriend!" She chuckled. "He made this breakfast. I asked if he could also make a portion for you, and he said sure, just worried you wouldn't tak