Ch. 1751..1760

Chapter 1751

Chapter 1751

Daniel narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening.

"Daniel, I'm really sorry..." Camila cried. "I shouldn't have taken her out without your permission today. But... I just wanted to discuss the final draft with her and help her relax. I never expected her health to be this bad.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have bothered her with work at this time."

Daniel remained silent, exuding a chilling aura.

Camila had shouldered all the blame, but was she really so well-meaning? Was she innocent?

He clenched his fists, watching the weakened Maisie and feeling a pang of pain in his heart.

"You should leave," he said, gesturing for Camila to go.

"Daniel..."

"Leave!"

Daniel's low growl made Camila tremble. She looked at his towering figure, then hurriedly left.

"No... No!" Maisie's cries echoed from the room.

Daniel rushed over, carefully embracing her. Beads of sweat slid down her pale cheeks, making him feel distressed and helpless.

"Don't... My child..." Maisie's words were incoherent.

Daniel's heart clenched as he whispered in her ear, "Maisie, I'm here. Don't be afraid."

Perhaps his comfort worked, as Maisie stopped struggling and gradually fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

Daniel stayed by her side the entire night. He hardly slept, the past haunting his mind like a nightmare.

...

It was the third year Maisie had spent with him.

In the past three years, he had found the best doctors for Owen, upgraded the Squire residence, and allowed Maisie to live a life of luxury. Maisie's attachment to him had deepened as well.

She fantasized that one day, Daniel would hold her hand down the aisle, solemnly utter marriage vows, and embrace her, saying "I love you".

At the time, however, Daniel had no intention of marrying her. He viewed her merely as a pet. He could spoil her, indulge her, give her money, and do everything to make her happy-like raising a little cat or dog, but he wouldn't love her or give her a better status.

Naturally, he wouldn't allow her to get pregnant. He also wouldn't allow her to use a child as leverage one day.

"Daniel, I... I'm pregnant."

Maisie approached him cautiously, hands nervously rubbing her clothes. She wore the shy smile of a mother-to-be.

After three years of his indulgence, she thought marriage would be the natural progression of their relationship. Having a child a bit earlier or later wouldn't matter.

She had forgotten that Daniel was only affectionate when she obeyed him. When she didn't, he was cold and heartless.

"Pregnant?" His gaze darkened, and his smile gradually froze. "Why are you pregnant?"

"I..."

Maisie wanted to tell him that it had been too late for any precautions the last time they had been intimate. It had been when she was not fertile, and she had thought such a coincidence wouldn't occur.

Chapter 1752

Chapter 1752

She also wanted to tell him that she was happy to have a child, thinking it would be a testament to their love. With him in her life and a child on the way, she felt content. She also wanted to ask him what name they should give to the child.

However, his stern gaze pierced her like an arrow, shattering the words she wanted to say.

"Abort it."

Maisie froze, a chill crawling up her spine.

Without further explanation, Daniel left the room after saying those two words. Maisie stared at the tightly-closed door, as if it was the door to his heart that had never opened for her.

After that, she tried for many days-crying, pleading, even kneeling in front of him without dignity.

"Consider this child mine, okay? It can take my surname. I promise not to use it to threaten you. Once it's born, I'll make sure both of us disappear from your life. We won't disturb you again. Is that not acceptable?"

Daniel remained unmoved.

At the time, he had been facing turbulence within the company. Despite the seemingly harmonious facade of the family, there were hidden conflicts and power struggles in the shadows. He couldn't afford to make any mistakes, including in his personal life.

People in the boardroom were already saying that he was keeping a mistress-a young girl. This escalated to questioning how they could trust someone who treated even his own feelings as a game with the entire company.

Maisie didn't know how Daniel managed during that time, and Daniel didn't understand how he, who had never cared about relationships, could endure the pressure and still refuse to let Maisie leave. Their child had just come at the wrong time.

...

"Don't come over! Don't come near me! Don't hurt my child!"

Maisie suddenly curled up, trembling incessantly. Daniel held her tightly, stroking her back and murmuring "don't be afraid" in her ear.

Maisie slowly opened her eyes, unable to distinguish whether this was a dream or reality. The vague images in her mind unfolded before her eyes like scenes.

Someone had once spoiled her to the heavens but heartlessly dragged her into hell when she had most hoped for a resolution.

Tears surged in her eyes. She grabbed Daniel's collar tightly, a mix of terror, hatred, and attachment filling her gaze. She stared at him for a long time, then suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her temple and collapsed on the bed.

"Maisie!"

Daniel immediately took out his phone to call for a doctor.

After the examination, Maisie was found to be fine, but the sleepless night had left Daniel looking weary.

"Mr. Quimby, there are doctors and nurses here. Why don't you take a break?" his assistant suggested, offering him a glass of warm water.

"No need," Daniel said in a deep voice. "I'll stay here with her."

"Mr. Quimby, there's another matter at hand..."

"What is it?"

"Our people have been monitoring the pregnant woman in the hospital over the past few days and found out that she actually has a husband." "What?" Daniel was surprised.

He had heard from Maisie about that incident. When the pregnant woman had collapsed, the crowd had gossiped that she was a mistress. The pregnant woman herself had told Maisie that she had fallen in love with the wrong person.

What was up with her husband?

"Are you sure that's her husband?"

"Absolutely." His assistant nodded. "However... We used your connections at the police station without informing you. It was urgent, so..."

"That's fine." Daniel waved his hand. "Just make sure everything is handled properly."

"The investigation revealed that the man is not only her husband but also responsible for maintaining the Quimbys' vehicles."

"Is that so?" Daniel raised an eyebrow, suddenly recalling something. "So, the car of my second uncle could very well have been driven by this man without permission?"

Chapter 1753

Chapter 1753

Daniel pondered this for a moment, then picked up his phone and dialed his cousin, Spencer Quimby.

"Daniel?" Spencer sounded surprised. His side of the family was not heavily involved in the affairs of the group or the family. Spencer enjoyed a carefree life, knowing that the family would support them, and didn't bother paying attention to power struggles.

However, Daniel's call today made him feel uneasy.

"Daniel... Is something wrong?"

Without beating around the bush, Daniel asked directly, "Where's your car?"

"Oh..." Spencer was puzzled but answered truthfully, "A few cars have been sent for maintenance. I haven't gotten mine back yet... Sigh, the worker in charge of maintenance is really clumsy. I've urged him several times, but he keeps saying the spare parts haven't arrived. Fortunately, I don't miss that particular car, so I didn't bother arguing with him!"

Daniel's gaze dimmed slightly.

He hung up, instructed the doctor to take good care of Maisie, and went alone to the hospital where the pregnant woman was.

However, he didn't expect to witness what he did at the hospital entrance.

A suspicious figure was loitering, looking around stealthily, and then a car stopped there. The man went up to the car, and another man got out. The moment they met, they started arguing. "Why are you here?"

"Nonsense! If I didn't need the money, would I have come to you?"

Daniel was surprised. In the dim light, he saw that one of them was Owen, and the other man had come out of Spencer's car!

"Hey, nice car!" Owen's hands were in his pockets, making him look like a ruffian, before he patted the car.

The man hurriedly stopped him, carefully examining the places he had patted.

"This is not my car! Don't touch it just like that!"

"I know, I know! The license plate shows it obviously belongs to the Quimbys!" Owen grinned. "Bro, we both have a connection to the Quimbys. I'm asking you for money. That isn't too much!"

"You..."

"You're just an employee of the Quimbys, and my sister will soon be the mistress of the Quimbys!" Owen looked smug. "If you don't give me the money, I'll let the Quimbys know you used the car without permission!"

"Don't overreact!" The man, who looked angry and embarrassed, said, "You don't even know the whole story... This-This is not me using the car without permission, but..." "Alright, alright! Why all this nonsense? Where's the money?"

"I don't have any!" The man huffed. "My wife is about to give birth, so I need money! You said your sister will soon be the mistress of the Quimbys, right? Then why don't you go to your brother-in-law for money?"

Owen widened his eyes, unable to say anything.

If he could have squeezed a few bucks out of Daniel, why would he have bothered coming here?

"Heh, don't think I don't know who you're working for!" Owen gritted his teeth. "Actually... our goals are aligned we just want money! I've done things for her too. We're... on the same side, aren't we?" "I'm not an outsider and I'm just asking for some money. Why are you so uncooperative?"

"You better leave!" The man didn't want to argue with him, and the two of them began to shove each other.

Obviously, Owen was no match for the man, so he was quickly pushed away.

Taking advantage of the situation, the man quickly entered the hospital and went upstairs.

Cursing and grumbling, Owen kicked the car, making it emit a sharp alarm sound. Startled, he ran off.

Daniel, who was hidden in the shadows, had witnessed everything with a frown.

Chapter 1754

Chapter 1754

Both of them had done things for someone, but who was that person? Was this related to Maisie?

Just then, he received a call from the hotel, informing him that Maisie had already regained consciousness. Daniel suppressed his thoughts and immediately rushed back to the hotel.

Although Maisie had awakened, she still looked pale and weak. When she saw Daniel, she smiled. As he sat by her bedside and embraced her, she took a deep breath and said softly, "I'm so tired..." Daniel gently stroked her head, feeling his heart ache.

"I feel like I've walked a long way," Maisie murmured, as if in a dream. "The path never seemed to end, and you were always ahead. I kept shouting for you, but it seemed like you couldn't hear me. You were just ignoring me..."

"Silly girl." Daniel comforted her softly. "You've been under a lot of stress lately because of your writing. Sometimes I feel that the decision to bring you to Cumulus City was... perhaps a mistake. "Maisie, how about we go back to Centrolis?"

Maisie, who was surprised, looked at him. "Do you really want to go?"

"I..."

"I actually think this place is fine," Maisie said in a low voice. "Although I had a serious illness before and lost my memory, there's a special sense of familiarity here. Maybe because I was born and raised here. The older generations were right. People do return to their roots. If possible... I'd like to stay here for the rest of my life."

Daniel kissed her hair lightly, forcing a smile.

"Then our home will be here."

"Our home?"

Daniel nodded. He had long decided to give Maisie a home, and this home had to be far away from the previous place.

"Oh, my manuscript..." Maisie hastily tried to get up, but the sudden movement caused her to feel dizzy and fall back into Daniel's embrace.

"Don't worry about that right now," Daniel said gently. "According to Camila, the final draft is ready. There won't be any more work for you in the later stages. I'll talk to Lily about everything else. You just focus on resting. After the new book is published, you need to keep your promise and become Mrs. Quimby."

"Oh..." Maisie blushed slightly, leaning against him with a smile.

"Maisie."

"Yeah?"

"Before we get married, I have a story I want to tell you." Daniel held her hand. His palm was warm, but cold sweat dotted his forehead. It had taken a lot of courage for him to say those words.

Lily was right. Rather than letting her learn about the past from someone else, it would be better for him to tell her himself.

Maisie blinked. "What kind of story?"

"A story like... the novel you wrote." Daniel smiled. "But I'll have to wait until you're done with work before I can slowly tell you. This story is long, and the ending may not be satisfactory, but I really want to tell you about it."

Maisie smiled, thinking he wanted to provide material for her books.

"It's getting late." She looked at the clock. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"I'm a bit worried about you." Daniel looked at her. "But there are some business matters I need to handle. I might have to go back to the office later."

"You can rest assured. I can manage on my own. Besides, there are doctors and nurses here. If I don't feel well, I'll just call them."

"Alright." He squeezed her small hand. "In a couple of days, we'll go look at houses and decorate and furnish them according to your favorite style. You'll be busy beautifying our home in the future!" "Okay!" Maisie smiled sweetly.

The moment he mentioned "home", however, she suddenly felt a twisting pain in her chest. It felt like the moment she had first met him. That instantaneous agony...

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Chapter 1755

"Rest a bit more." Daniel gently assisted her in lying down, stealing one last glance before finally departing.

Throughout the night, Maisie tossed and turned, her head throbbing at times, and the image of the small villa in the woods appeared whenever she closed her eyes. The place Camila had taken her and the one in her dream inexplicably merged.

Her heart raced, and she broke into a cold sweat. When she abruptly opened her eyes, dawn had already arrived.

Reluctantly rising, she poured herself a glass of water, and at that moment, an unfamiliar number flashed on her phone.

After a brief hesitation, she answered, recognizing a somewhat familiar voice.

"Ms. Squire, it's me."

"You..."

"You saved me on the street the other day, and I've been looking for you."

Maisie recalled the pregnant woman and nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I remember you. How are you now? Are you still in the hospital? Are you feeling better?"

A moment of silence followed before a soft voice spoke. "Ms. Squire, there are some things I want to talk to you about in person. Are you free today?"

Assuming the woman wanted to express gratitude, Maisie reassured her and suggested not worrying about the incident.

"No..." The girl's voice was very soft. "It's something very important, not suitable to discuss over the phone. Can we meet, please?"

Maisie frowned but eventually agreed to the meeting.

They arranged to meet at noon in a park near the hospital, a quiet and suitable location for a conversation.

Maisie arrived at the park at the agreed time and found the girl sitting on a bench by the artificial lake. She was dressed in all white with a light-colored fisherman's hat, her belly had grown, and though thin, she seemed well.

Yvette smiled gently, offering Maisie a rice ball with tuna and seaweed.

"You're having this for lunch?" Maisie touched it, already cooled. "I'll have the hotel send some food over..."

"No need." Yvette looked at her. "You don't know my name yet, do you? I'm Yvette Sawyer."

"Oh..."

"I found you through the information from that hospital," Yvette said softly. "When you save a person, the hospital keeps your contact information."

"It looks like you're around my age." Yvette held Maisie's hand. "So it should be easy for us to understand each other, right?"

Maisie's heart thumped as she felt inexplicably anxious. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to tell you..." Yvette took a deep breath. "I deliberately collapsed on the street that day to get your attention."

Maisie was startled, instinctively pulling away from Yvette's hand and shifting away.

"Ms. Squire, don't be afraid." Yvette's gaze was sad but determined. "Since I have the courage to tell you everything today, it means I don't want to be controlled by others anymore... I want to be good for my child. I don't want him to know he has a mother with a questionable past!"

"Well..." Maisie couldn't speak for a while. "What exactly is going on?"

"I'm not a mistress. I have a husband!" Yvette looked into her eyes. "My husband is a mechanic, responsible for maintaining the Quimby vehicles. I'm sensitive and had lost two children before. It was not easy for me to conceive this child... The doctor said, due to my health condition, this child is likely not going to make it either."

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Chapter 1756

"The person manipulating my husband and me aims to use this child to create a story and harm you..."

"What?" Maisie drew in a cold breath. "Harm me? Why..."

"The day you encountered me on the street, my fetus was unstable, and there was bleeding." Yvette touched her belly and continued. "That person orchestrated everything... I was one of the actors. The people around me gossiping about me being a third party were also part of it! Even at the hospital, the things I said to you were prearranged to provoke you!"

Maisie stared at her, her mind completely empty.

"Miraculously, however, my child was saved at the hospital." Yvette's smile was somewhat weak. "The doctor conducted a detailed examination and said there's a high probability that this child can be born safely.

"Ms. Squire, I feel that you brought me good luck! So, I can't let you be kept in the dark. Your kindness should be rewarded, and my conscience can also be at ease..."

Maisie's mind was in chaos. She took a few steps back and leaned against a tree, gasping for breath like a drowning person.

She couldn't help but recall those words.

"Young girls nowadays only know how to get involved with rich men. Now that she's ended up pregnant, she's abandoned!"

"I fell in love with the wrong person. I thought there would be an ending with him, but there wasn't..."

Maisie squatted on the ground, hugging her head tightly.

Yvette had said all these things were prearranged to provoke her...

So, was she this kind of person before losing her memory? Had she also fallen in love with the wrong person and conceived their child?

Was she a gold-digger who only knew how to get involved with wealthy men, taking one wrong step after another and stepping into an irreversible abyss?

If she was truly such a person, how could she face Daniel...

Maisie's heart dropped, and large tears streamed down her face.

"Ms. Squire!" Yvette helped her up, wanting to comfort her, but heard her ask first. "Who is that person?"

Yvette's face turned pale as she stared at her.

"Tell me!" Maisie grabbed her hand. "Who is the person behind this?!"

Yvette closed her eyes tightly and then opened them as if she had made up her mind. She slowly uttered, "Camila Quimby."

Maisie was shocked.

"It's really Camila." Yvette supported her to sit down and took out a train ticket from her pocket. "Ms. Squire, my husband and I will leave tonight... We'll find a foreign city, live in obscurity, and start anew. As for you, I hope you can also face this with strength.

"I don't know what grievances Camila had with you before, but she did ask my husband and me to do these things!

"And... is Owen your brother?"

Maisie was stunned, nodding mechanically.

"He came to ask for money from my husband, and I know that, like my husband, he has also been ordered by Camila," Yvette admitted frankly. "But I don't know the specific things he did.

"Ms. Squire, since he's your brother, he should be on your side. How can he turn against you like this?"

Maisie smiled bitterly. Owen had done plenty of outrageous things, and this was nothing surprising.

She had just never expected that he had known Camila for a long time and had done things for her!

"Ms. Squire, I've told you so much at once, and you may not be able to accept it." Yvette held her cold hand tightly. "But, whether you can accept it or not, you have to. Now is not the time for fear or anger. You need to calm down and find a way to deal with Camila!"

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Chapter 1757

"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 the 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.

Now, 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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Chapter 1758

Maisie crouched on the ground, wailing. Her daughter, who hadn't yet had a chance to see the world, was buried there.

Slowly, she walked to the outer edge of the courtyard and sat in front of a stone tablet. Repeatedly, she stroked the words engraved on it, tears streaming down her face.

Since the day Daniel suggested she abort the child, she had planned to escape.

Back then.

They resided on the city's east side, so she fled to the west, renting a shabby house in the suburban area. The conditions were poor-she cooked in the corridor and sought help from an old classmate to find a job.

Fearing Daniel's pursuit, she avoided using her ID and worked as a daily laborer in a restaurant kitchen, performing the dirtiest and most exhausting tasks.

Kind neighbors, witnessing her pregnancy amid malnourishment, gave her eggs, which she reluctantly consumed, eating only one every two days. Despite the harsh conditions, she found contentment. Enduring anything to settle down and bring her child into the world was her sole focus. Yet, Daniel sought to ruthlessly destroy even this glimmer of hope.

Maisie clenched her fists, trembling. The pain in her heart transformed into intense hatred, growing like vines in the depths of her being.

When Maisie returned to the hotel, Daniel was furious, blaming his subordinates for not taking good care of her.

The hotel manager, security personnel, and his men stood in a row, heads lowered, afraid to lift them.

When Maisie attempted to leave, no one dared to stop her. The bodyguards refrained from following too closely, aware of her aversion to being trailed. Daniel couldn't find anyone who knew where Maisie had gone too. It made him instantly anxious.

"Ah, Ms. Squire, you're back!" The sharp-eyed manager rushed toward Maisie as if grasping a lifesaving straw.

Daniel turned to see Maisie approaching. He hurried to grab her hand, attempting to inquire about her whereabouts but was met with her icy gaze.

Maisie looked at him emotionlessly. Seconds felt like centuries. Daniel had a forbidding feeling and forced a smile before attempting to put his arm around her shoulder. Maisie dodged, glaring at him, then walked toward the elevator.

"Maisie!" Daniel pursued her. He had been inexplicably anxious since the afternoon, unable to focus even during the board meeting.

Maisie pressed the elevator button. A breaking news bulletin played on the hotel lobby's TV as they waited.

"Now, a breaking news report... Just now, a violent incident occurred at the train station. Several middle-aged men attacked a pregnant woman in public, wielding weapons..." Startled, Maisie ran a few steps closer.

The scene was chaotic-the police had cordoned off the train station. Ambulances rushed by, leaving large bloodstains where onlookers had gathered.

"It is reported that the pregnant woman had no acquaintance with these several men. In resisting the attack, the woman's husband attempted to protect his wife and was beaten in vital areas. He died on the spot."

Maisie's heart pounded, her eyes fixed on the television.

A few minutes later.

"The latest information just in: the pregnant woman who was attacked at the train station has suffered severe injuries. Despite being rushed to the hospital, she died on the way due to ineffective rescue efforts." Maisie's face turned pale. Her legs weakened, and she collapsed to the floor.

Daniel quickly went to support her, but she let out a scream, "Ah!"

"Maisie, what's wrong?!"

"Don't touch me!" Maisie pushed him away, her mind on the brink of collapse.

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Chapter 1759

"Maisie!" Daniel yearned to embrace her, but she suddenly exhibited unexpected strength, a stark contrast from her usual delicacy, fiercely struggling in his arms. Maisie's eyes were red, her hair disheveled, and she screamed like a mad woman, presenting an extremely terrifying image.

"It's Camila's doing! It must be her!"

Daniel was bewildered. "What are you saying?"

Before he could react, Maisie delivered a resounding slap across his face.

Daniel froze, feeling the fiery pain on one side of his face. The hatred in her eyes surged like turbulent waves as if it would consume him. "Maisie "

"Bastards! All of you are a bunch of bastards!" Maisie lost her sanity, unleashing a barrage of kicks and punches.

"Maisie, calm down a bit!"

"Get away!" Maisie pointed at him, her voice trembling. "You people are too cruel... None of you Quimbys are decent people!"

"What?"

"Do you all just love harming other people's children?!" Maisie hysterically shouted, losing her balance and fainting.

The hotel lobby instantly descended into chaos.

Daniel hastily carried her into the elevator and took her back to the room.

The doctor quickly arrived, conducted a thorough examination, and informed Daniel, "Ms. Squire is experiencing stress and shock, resulting in a stress reaction." Daniel's gaze slightly darkened. Stress and shock?

Was she shocked by that pregnant woman on TV? She insisted it was Camila's doing, claiming none of the Quimbys were good people... Did she figure out something, or did she remember something? Daniel's heart dropped, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Don't worry, Mr. Quimby." The doctor continued. "Ms. Squire's physical condition is relatively stable. With timely medication, she should recover soon."

"She..." Daniel paused. "Did she regain her memory?"

The doctor froze with a frown. After a while, he said, "With the medicine Ms. Squire had taken back then, the duration of the drug's effects theoretically shouldn't be this short.

"In theory, she should never recover her memory in her lifetime. However, there are exceptions in international clinical cases. Some people do recall their past under external stimuli..." Daniel wearily closed his eyes and waved his hand for everyone to leave.

He stood on the balcony, and there was a moment when he felt he was unable to hold on anymore. It was like the time when he learned that Linda had fed Maisie that drug and taken her to Centrolis. His feelings were contradictory and complex.

That drug was a specially formulated drug jointly developed by several countries, specifically used to deal with special forces and spies.

Once captured and faced torture by the enemy without being able to transmit information back to their home country, special forces or spies would have to swallow this drug to erase all their own memories. Since it was secretly developed, the only person who could obtain such a drug was the former special forces member of the Hamertons, Chris. Linda had obtained it from him at that time.

When Daniel learned all of this, Maisie had already taken the medicine and fallen into a deep sleep.

There was a moment when Daniel hated Linda to the core. What right did she have to manipulate his and Maisie's lives? What right did she have to erase their past?

However, Linda had said, "Do you really want to see her crazy for the rest of her life? Holding a pillow every day and treating it as your child, unable to even take care of the most basic aspects of her own life... Is that what you want to see?!"

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Chapter 1760

Daniel's voice quivered. "E-Even if she goes crazy for a lifetime, I'll take care of her!"

"Daniel, don't be naive." Linda bit down on each word, her intensity palpable. "Leaving aside whether you can accompany her for a lifetime... even if you can, it's a fact that one gets tired of taking care of their parents, let alone a woman you once wanted to abandon!"

Daniel maintained his silence, but his clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.

"Daniel, just let her go, and let yourself go, too. Both of you need to start anew. Let her forget everything and embrace a brand-new life. Isn't that better?

"For her, you're an abyss. If you truly love her, you should place her in the sunlight instead of letting her sink into your world... The doctor said that if she continues like this, she won't hold up both mentally and physically! Do you really want to see her die?"

Daniel leaned on the balcony railing. His temples throbbed, and he felt a choking sensation as if he wanted to cry.

He took a deep breath, but his thoughts remained a mess. It was then he received a call from his subordinate.

"Mr. Quimby."

"What's the matter?"

"It's confirmed... The couple attacked at the train station was Yvette and her husband. Do you... still, remember Yvette? She's the pregnant woman that Ms. Squire saved on the roadside that day, and her husband is responsible for maintaining the Quimby vehicles."

Daniel pinched between his brows. "And then?"

"The police arrested those hooligans. They quickly confessed. It was for revenge against society and to seek excitement. This attack was random with no specific target."

"That's impossible!" Daniel spat.

"Don't let the police close the case yet," he said in a deep voice. "I'll find new evidence!"

His subordinate agreed and hung up.

Soon after, Lily's call came in.

"Sorry." Daniel's voice was somewhat hoarse. "I'm not in the mood to discuss the issue of the book with you now..."

"I'm sorry, too." Lily's tone brooked no dissent. "You must now sort out your emotions and discuss Maisie's book with me!"

"What's wrong again?"

"I had Rachael find a way to get the manuscript of Maisie's book from Camila's computer. After comparing it with Maisie's initial draft, I found that many passages describing the female protagonist in this book are inconsistent with the outline Maisie submitted initially!"

Daniel frowned. "What do you mean?"

"For example, there's a passage in the book where the female protagonist has a miscarriage, and her mental state becomes abnormal... Hah! Maisie's writing is warm, and she writes about sweet moments in love. How could there be such a plot?

"I asked several other editors, and they said Camila had Maisie revise the manuscript over and over again, and she had to change it according to Camila's requirements. Camila even claimed she understood the market and knew how to write to attract readers.

"Daniel, I've already read the entire book. If it's published like this, it's equivalent to exposing your affairs with your little bunny to the world!"

Daniel remained silent, and his hand holding the phone squeezed until his knuckles turned white.

Lily concluded, "So, I suspect these plot points are all Camila's idea. She's constantly provoking Maisie to make her remember everything."

"That's right." Daniel gritted his teeth. "I actually overlooked her..."

Some people looked ordinary, so it was the easiest to let down one's guard against them.

"I also need to tell you one more thing," Lily said in a low voice, "Camila has been coming to work every day recently. Everything seems normal, with no signs of guilt... It shows this person has a strong psychological endurance. You need to plan your next steps."