Daddy, Mommy had been in Prison novel Chapter 524

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.