Ever since Vincent had departed D City, Maisie’s mental state hadn’t shown any problems.
Robert had been worried that Vincent might have done something in secret instead of following his
request to the letter.
But his men had looked after his mother all along and nothing unusual had come up.
Now he’d moved the whole family to the mansion on the side of the hill.
Of course, it was a wide area here, with several houses built.
His mother was staying in a small house with two stories, about two hundred square meters, with two
servants taking care of her regularly.
Outside that house was a delicate little flower room. It was winter now, but the room was a glasshouse,
kept temperate, and beautiful flowers were still blooming inside.
According to the servants’ report, his mother spent a lot of time painting inside this glasshouse.
Occasionally, she played the piano here as well, leading peaceful days.
That was what Robert had hoped for as well. It was the afternoon when he arrived, and it was almost
dark out. His mother was inside the flower room.
He watched as Maisie bent down, lowering her head over a flower, seemingly enjoying its fragrance.
Robert’s heart inexplicably settled.
Even though he couldn’t remember his past memories, he’d never felt like he was distant from his
mother.
He cared about her, and seeing her like this now, nowhere near as painful and hateful as before,
Robert heaved a sigh of relief.
He stood at the door to the glasshouse, while Maisie picked a few flowers inside.
She turned around, her gaze meeting Robert’s in the doorway.
Robert didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t guess at what his mother’s personality was like now, and
he didn’t even know what expression to put on.
He could only stand there awkwardly, not moving a muscle.
“Come in and sit with me. It’s cold outside.”
Maisie finally spoke.
She took a few flowers into the living room and put them in a vase.
After a while, she took Robert with her to sit on a living room sofa.
It wasn’t a big house, and the décor was delicate.
Robert had told his people to decorate the place according to his mother’s likes.
The things here had apparently been bought up while his mother was living here. There were famous
paintings hanging on a wall with delicate, beautiful artisan pieces. All in all, it was a room emanating
the aura of art.
“I don’t know why, but seeing you, I feel a sense of familiarity, but it’s also a bit sour. The butler had
shown me your photos, but meeting you still made me jolt. I’ve got such a grown-up son now. My
memories still seem stuck twenty years in the past.”
Maisie’s tones were even and quiet. She didn’t seem to be in a panic over losing those memories, and
she didn’t seem apprehensive either.
She was at peace, and didn’t seem to mind it too much. If anything, she seemed thoughtful.
“Last year, you were taken away and your nerves were shot. We didn’t manage to treat you all
throughout this year, so I found a professional to treat you psychologically, which led to you forgetting a
lot of memories of those years. I’m sorry, Mom. You might find them again slowly.”
Robert still told Maisie the lie he’d prepared – sickness requiring psychiatric intervention causing
memory loss – instead of the truth.
Maisie smiled mildly.
“Don’t apologize to me. If I’m sick, I should have been treated. I’m not sad about losing those
memories. These days feel peaceful. I’d wanted to go out and take a walk, but the butler and secretary
said that there’s been some issues with you overseas, and that it’s dangerous, so I shouldn’t be going
outside.
“These days, I’ve just stayed at home and done what I liked. Painted, read, made little pop art pieces,
wiling whole days away just like that. I don’t feel that it’s unbearable, but I’d only wanted you to hurry
back. They said you were in danger, after all. Now that you’re back safely, I can rest easy. You’re my
son, after all. With all I’ve forgotten, I still hope for you to be safe and in good health.”
At Maisie’s words, Robert thought back to his mother’s pain, and felt both sour and happy.
He liked having a mother so even and at peace. He liked having a mother so concerned and protective
of him.
“I’ve worried you for what happened overseas. There should be no danger for now. If you’d like to stroll
around outside, so long as you bring bodyguards and men, you can go out even now. If you want me to
come with you, that’s fine too.”
Maisie shook her head and chuckled.
“For some reason, I don’t feel like going out with the weather so cold. When it’s spring and everything
is in bloom, I’d like to go to someplace I choose myself.”
Robert didn’t try to say anything else about that, of course. His mother’s wishes came first on such a
thing.
Then Maisie brought something else up.
“I don’t remember the past twenty years and the memories after I got married seem to have vanished
into thin air, but I had the butler talk generally about my experiences. I’d wanted to do something, but I
always felt like it’d be best to wait for you to come back, and do it together.”
“What do you want me to do?”
Robert asked immediately, while Maisie showed a sorrowful expression.
“I’ve forgotten my memories of Wendy already. She’s my daughter, and I must have loved her once. I
don’t recall a thing now, but I’d like to visit her grave. You’re her brother, and I feel like we should go
together.”
She still had the two of them on her heart. The moment Robert thought of his sister, he felt a twinge of
heartache.
He’d disappeared over the last year, and too much had happened upon their return. He’d actually never
had the time to go to the cemetery to visit his sister.
“When would you like to go, Mom? I’ll come with you.”
“You must be busy with all sorts of things coming back. Deal with them first, then find some spare time
to bring be there. I’m free every day, and I can go at any time. It’s your time that needs organizing.”
After Maisie said that gently, Robert thought about it.
“I’ll arrange it for this week the best I can.”
After talking about Wendy, Maisie spoke curiously.
“Why did you come alone? Don’t you have a wife and children coming back with you? Is my
relationship with my daughter-in-law not so good? So we can’t meet.”
Maisie actually had guessed it correctly.
She probably mostly understood their current relationships and knew that the husband she’d married
had ended up abandoning the Simpson family, abandoning her, abandoning Robert, and abandoning
Wendy.
She also probably knew that Robert had married the woman who was the daughter of Robert’s father’s
later wife, and it was a tangled web of a relationship.
All she felt, though, was how complicated their family was, instead of too much bitterness and rage.
Because she’d lost her memory, the only conception she had of Aidan was a concept, and she felt no
emotional upheavals thinking of him.
In Maisie’s memories, her marriage with Robert’s father had been arranged, and she was under the
impression that her first love had already departed this world, so she didn’t mind everything Aidan had
done.
“You’ve met Georgia but several times. The butler must have told you that she’d been framed for
Wendy’s crash once. There had been unpleasant memories between you, but she and the children do
respect you. They’re just afraid you won’t want to see them, because you hadn’t gotten along before.”
“Where’s the real culprit behind the crash?”
In Maisie’s memories, her marriage with Robert's father had been arranged, and she was under the
impression that her first love had already departed this world, so she didn’t mind everything Aidan had
done.
“You've met Georgia but several times. The butler must have told you that she’d been framed for
Wendy’s crash once. There had been unpleasant memories between you, but she and the children do
respect you. They’re just afraid you won't want to see them, because you hadn't gotten along before.”
“Where's the real culprit behind the crash?”
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