Married a Secret Billionaire novel Chapter 1842

"Let's go." Daniel set down what he was holding. "I'll show you!"

Maisie followed him to the small building.

It was a white cottage. Although uninhabited, it was clean both inside and out. Maids cleaned it daily, and they smiled and nodded respectfully upon seeing Daniel and Maisie.

"This is where my aunt used to live," Daniel explained softly.

He opened the door, revealing a spacious living room connected to a long, bright corridor. Photos lined the corridor. The elegant, distinguished woman in those pictures was probably Daniel's aunt.

However, as Maisie looked at the photos, she felt a sense of familiarity.

"She's..." She furrowed her brow, pondered for a moment, then suddenly had a flash of realization. "Professor Kinglake?!"

Daniel smiled gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, Whitney Kinglake. She's my aunt."

Maisie was very surprised. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you have such an impressive aunt?"

"Impressive?" Daniel raised an eyebrow, smiling. In his mother's family, impressive individuals were abundant, whether in politics or business.

Whitney wasn't particularly remarkable—she could be considered average.

"My father is considered an outsider," Daniel mentioned his background, a rare instance. "You know I have the same father but a different mother as Linda. My dad abandoned her and her mother and then found my mother, which led to the current status of the Quimbys. Except for the surname, everything else I have comes from my mother's family."

He took out an album from an antique chest. The album was weighty and pristine, documenting the splendor of several generations of the Kinglakes.

"Yes!" Maisie nodded. "I only read works by two playwrights. One is Professor Kinglake, and the other is Delilah..."

At this point, Maisie smiled self-mockingly. It turned out that an author's style and character were sometimes not aligned.

Maisie's eyes lit up. "Daniel, this is..."

She turned to a photo. Whitney was by the lake, accompanied by a woman with delicate features, dressed in plaid, a long whitelong white skirt, and a khaki shawl. She looked poised with a gentle yet subtly charming aura.

Below the photo was a line of text: [With Anya, at Cumulus Lake].

"Anya?" Maisie looked at Daniel. "Who's this? Another relative of yours?"