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"But why would she treat me like this?" Maisie was stunned for some time before she dryly asked, unable to
comprehend Camila's actions.
The puzzlement lingered. Maisie had no grudges or conflicts with Camila, so why would she repeatedly set her up
and drag others down with her?
Yvette's gaze held a hint of sympathy as she looked at Maisie.
"I actually don't understand it either," she said in a low voice. "My husband and I were just following Camila's orders,
especially my husband. To keep his job with the Quimbys, he had to do some things that went against his
conscience. However... I did hear something from Camila once."
Maisie snapped her eyes up at her.
Yvette pursed her lips and whispered, "Camila said that all the secrets that could provoke you are in a house near
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe suburban area."
Maisie's heart jolted.
That day with Camila hadn't been a casual stroll. There was a hidden agenda.
Camila had deliberately taken her to the vicinity of that house, intentionally made her go in, and purposely watched
her suffer from a splitting headache, becoming hysterical...
Maisie shuddered. After bidding farewell to Yvette, she stumbled out of the park.
The sunlight, warm in this season, couldn't dispel the chill she felt.
That house, the furnishings inside, her dreams... and the cries of the baby in her dreams, as well as Daniel's face...
Maisie clutched her chest in pain, crouching down on the ground.
Concerned passersby approached, asking if she needed an ambulance.
With a pale face, Maisie gently shook her head.
The fragments of memories seemed to be gradually pieced together.
In a daze, she boarded the bus bound for the suburbs and arrived once again in front of that house.
The courtyard gate was unlocked and easily pushed open. It was as if an invisible force was guiding her, ensuring
her smooth passage.
The mountain wind blew, and she felt a chill behind her.
Maisie steadied herself and walked in slowly... The furnishings inside remained unchanged. The porcelain
decorations she liked were still on the chest of drawers in the living room, the dining table covered with a gorgeous
tablecloth, and the silver candlestick that Daniel had brought back from the
auction was still there.
The leather sofa shone with a dim sheen, and the patterns on the cashmere carpet remained colorful.
They had shared countless moments of love there.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow, those times engraved with love seemed to have turned into sharp thorns that ruthlessly stabbed her heart.
Maisie continued up the stairs.
The bedroom hadn't changed, the study hadn't changed, and even the oil paintings in the corridor hadn't changed.
Everything seemed as if she were still here.
Yet, everything had changed, turning into an indelible scar in her life.
Maisie pushed open a door, and the wooden door made a creaking sound, instantly transporting her to the other
end of time...
She saw the sweet past with him and witnessed his heartlessness.
She ran out in confusion, accidentally pushing open the door to another room, where she saw a baby crib and a
baby carriage. It was as if she also saw her crazy and demented self from back then.
Maisie felt as if someone was strangling her throat, making it almost impossible to breathe.
A stone tablet stood in the space facing this room outside the courtyard and close to the woods.
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