Married a Secret Billionaire by Breaking Wave

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Arya sat across from Maisie, her demeanor somewhat reserved, and Maisie's mood carried its own complexity.

Still, Maisie offered a smile and initiated the conversation. "Did you ask me out today for a specific reason?"

Arya, who appeared hesitant on the phone—a contrast to her usually candid self—replied awkwardly, "Well, it's not

anything major. It's just that my parents and I have been feeling guilty about my brother's behavior. I'm wondering,

do you still hold any grudges against us?"

Maisie's heart warmed, and she gently held Arya's hand. "You don't need to feel this way. How could I hold any

grudges against you? Your brother and I weren't a good match, and not being together might have been fated."

"Now that Sophia has faced the consequences and my brother..." Arya sighed. "Graham isn't doing well, either. It's

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like divine retribution.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about this." Arya smiled. "I'm here today to give you this!"

She then presented a newly published set of comics to Maisie. Accepting it, Maisie flipped through the pages,

recognizing the delicate and beautiful art style, along with a touching and heartwarming story. Clearly, it was the

work of Arya and Toph.

"We've been dealing with a lot at home lately, and my parents have stopped managing the company. Graham is in

his current state... so this burden has fallen on me." Arya chuckled. "After finishing this comic, I probably won't be

drawing for a while. That's why this work holds special significance for me, and I wanted to give it to you."

"Thank you," Maisie sincerely said. "You're really talented in this. Once the situation with the company settles down,

you can pick it up again."

Arya shrugged, saying, "We'll see how it goes. Graham and I were overconfident in our lives. He thought he'd be

successful forever, and I believed I would draw forever. Who would've known that we're completely off track now?

I've come to understand that destiny isn't under our control—everything is predetermined."

As Maisie gazed at Arya, her heart tightened. She remembered their first meeting when Arya's smile was pure and

radiant, and her world had been as unsullied as distilled water.

Now, Arya had matured, experiencing family troubles that added a touch of worldliness and determination to her.

Yet, the way she had grown up—when she had been sheltered—felt a bit cruel.

After a while, Maisie softly asked, "How is Graham now? Is he doing better?"

Arya's expression turned complicated, and she hesitated for a long time before looking up at Maisie.

"Well, I'm not sure how to put this, but this is one of the reasons I wanted to see you today."

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"What do you mean?"

"When I last visited Graham, he started saying incoherent things."

Maisie paused. "What did he say? Could it be related to me?"

"Yes." Arya nodded and said softly, "He said something about you having a certain relationship with Daniel. It

escalated, and he began throwing things. Two doctors had to restrain him. I even suspected he might have a

delusional disorder."

Maisie was a bit bewildered. She had only known Daniel for a few months. How could she have aroused such

suspicions in Graham?