Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 1688

Daniel grappled with conflicting emotions. On the one hand, he hoped that she would remember him, but on the other, he wished she could completely forget everything that had transpired before, never to recollect those memories again.

Guided by Nicole's directions, Maisie navigated her way to her family's address. She couldn't help but smile at the irony of needing a map to find her own home. Over the past two years, the concept of "home" had slowly faded from her mind.

"We're almost at my house," Maisie informed Daniel. "You don't have to accompany me any further. I can go on my own."

"Alright. I'll head back to the company to take care of some matters."

"Sure, go ahead." Maisie was aware that Daniel worked for the prestigious Quimby Group, a renowned name in this city. Daniel must have a lot of responsibilities there.

With a wave and a smile, she turned to face the aging apartment building.

The neighborhood was in a low-income area, surrounded by shantytowns. The remaining buildings were only three or four stories tall, showing signs of disrepair and appearing on the verge of collapse. However, Maisie recalled Nicole mentioning that her family's living conditions hadn't been this dire in the past. What had caused this decline?

She was filled with questions and uncertainty as she climbed the stairs. Upon her return, she found Cindy busy preparing chicken soup.

"Mom-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Cindy interrupted her, "Don't just stand there, can't you see? Hurry up! Wash your hands and come help!"

Maisie was taken aback. She hadn't expected her mother to immediately ask for her assistance with chores upon her return home.

Had her mother forgotten that she hadn't been home for two years?

Maisie took a deep breath, washed her hands, and entered the kitchen. The place was in disarray, and the floor wasn't particularly clean. She had to sift through the clutter of pots and pans to find the necessary items and aided Cindy in washing, peeling, and chopping vegetables and meat.

"Hey, why are you so slow?" Cindy impatiently scolded her. "Have you been living the high life for so long that you've forgotten how to do chores?"

Maisie retorted, "Mom, I am helping, though..."

"Alright, alright. What are you even doing?" Cindy grabbed the knife from her hand. "I'll do it myself!"

Maisie was pushed aside, and the sound of the knife striking the cutting board resonated like a stab to her heart. It was eerie and unsettling.

The moment she stepped into the house, she wanted to escape.

She discreetly took out her phone, intending to text Daniel to inquire when he would pick her up, only for Cindy to notice this small action.

"What are you doing? Can't you survive without your phone?" Cindy scolded her, intensifying her chopping. The meat and vegetables bore the brunt of each forceful strike.

"Who are you texting? Your sweetheart?"

"Mom..."

"You stubborn girl!" Cindy poked her on the forehead, "Why did you break up with Mr. Bayer? Are you out of your mind?"

"Mom, we really weren't compatible!"

Maisie was pushed off balance, and she genuinely wondered if her mother was using the same force she exerted while chopping the meat a moment ago.

"Incompatible? What does that even mean? He's wealthy, isn't he?!" Cindy raised her voice, brandishing the knife while glaring at Maisie. "He's a great catch-handsome, successful, and loaded. Men like him aren't easy to come by!"

"Mom!" Maisie couldn't bear it any longer. "Don't you care about my happiness? What if I married into that family, but my life was miserable? What then?"

"How miserable could it be? Nonsense!" Cindy continued to berate her. "Your brother is the one who's had a tough life! By the way, where's your salary for the past few months? Why did you send back so little?"

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