A Graduation Gift

Whitney looked sad and frustrated. What Cassandra said even gave her more pain.

"I know why Courtney is acting like this. It is because of that man. He left Courtney and no one knows where he is now. I can't seem to find him no matter how hard I tried," she said.

Whitney furrowed her brows and looked at Courtney who was picking out clothes from her closet happily. Tears filled her eyes.

"Considering Courtney's mental state, how can I leave her? I can't afford to try to find the guy myself. Someone has to stay with Courtney. Also, that man hurt her. I don't know what will happen to her if he comes back in her life again. What if she goes out of control? I can't afford to lose my only daughter.

I don't expect her to fully recover. All I want is that she becomes capable of living her life without trying to hurt herself again,"

Whitney sighed. She became even more sorrowful as she looked at her daughter.

Cassandra followed her gaze. The sunshine lit the room beautifully. Under the warm sunlight, Courtney looked young and beautiful.

It could have been a very wonderful sight to see a girl picking out dresses for her date so happily on a warm afternoon, thinking about the love of her life.

Courtney, who indulged herself in her memory, must be very happy now.

"Sometimes, she acts like this, happily dreaming about the man. But after a few moments, she will suddenly return to the present and go back to her cold, indifferent self," Whitney explained.

It was difficult to watch her. Whitney looked at the ceiling to keep her tears from falling.

"Why don't you stay for a few more days in Norway, Cassandra, since you seldom come here? I have a lot of guest rooms. You can pick whichever you like. Remember to lock the door before you go to sleep so Courtney won't startle you. Please think about it," Whitney offered. "Anyway, I have a meeting with a securities agent. I should go now."

Whitney ended and left, leaving Cassandra with Courtney.

Cassandra went into deep thought.

"Pink, no. I wore pink last time,"

Courtney muttered to herself as she threw the pink dress away. Pouting, she looked like a three-year-old little girl.

"Black, no. He doesn't like me in black,"

she whispered as she threw away another batch of clothes.

"Purple? He thinks I look old in purple. No purple!"

Courtney still couldn't choose what to wear.

Cassandra walked over to her.

"Courtney, what does he like?"

she asked, being observant of Courtney's facial expression.

smile on her

as suddenly as it arrived,

confused. It was as if she turned into a different

"He...doesn't like me,"

voice which was happy and cheery a few seconds ago was now low and miserable. It was almost like a whisper. Cassandra's heart sunk. She felt sorry

clothes, her response told Cassandra how much Courtney cared about the man and how sad it made her when

who does he

carefully, hoping to know more

Her face became cold again.

doesn't like me because I can't do the things he wants

in her eyes. She looked very

Courtney more questions. She didn't want her to

okay, Courtney. You're just tired. Come here. I'm with you. Let's have some

gently. She walked to the closet, helped her put

tired after her busy morning picking out

because she was sick. In normal circumstances, it would have freaked her out to see a stranger in the house. But Cassandra

I have never

at Cassandra up and down. Her eyes were wide in

is

knew that Courtney must have already forgotten her,

back her smile.

feel that something was wrong. It felt as if Courtney was still

Courtney stood

and I need to have some rest. Please leave

her mouth but

returned to the person she

calm, Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief. At least, she

closed the

downstairs and saw Whitney working on her

stuff. Unfortunately, I don't have time to show you around. How

Cassandra apologetically

massive amount of market data

so fresh, much

giving a gentle smile to Whitney, and went for a walk

it was a forest. Blue sky, white cloud, green

she came to Norway and met Whitney, Cassandra realized how silly and naive she was. What made her think that Whitney would

of TY Securities. She was very wealthy seeing that the President of the company handled

money. The money she could lose from her 20% shares in Qin Group

not really care

who could easily be persuaded to change her mind. Her daughter, Courtney, might