Chapter 1780


    Daniel''s relief manifested in a warm smile. "I''ll go make it then!"


    Maisie softly interjected, catching him off guard, "Let me do it. I think... you haven''t been in the kitchen


    much, so let


    me handle it."


    Daniel was momentarily stunned. He hesitated before allowing Maisie to head to the kitchen. She


    expertly tied on


    an apron, checked the fridge, gathered ingredients, and began bustling around the stove.


    Daniel stood awkwardly by the kitchen door. Despite being a grown man, he felt unsure. He didn''t know


    whether to


    offer help or how to assist, yet he cherished this moment deeply.


    In no time, Maisie prepared breakfast—soup, warm milk, chicken sandwiches, sausages, and eggs. It


    mirrored


    every meal she had cooked for him before.


    "What are you standing there for?" Maisie handed him cutlery. "Sit down and eat."


    "Mm..."


    "Your stomach''s weak. Start with some soup," she said softly. "If we have time, I can bake you some


    bread. I


    remember you liked sweet ones, but they''re too sugary and bad for your health. I''ll make a low- sugar


    version that


    you quite like."


    "Yes, of course, I like it!" Danielughed childishly and blurted, "There''s next time if we don''t have


    enough time this


    time!"


    After saying that, he paused, thinking he said the wrong thing, and chuckled self-deprecatingly.


    "Maybe... there


    won''t be a next time."


    After a moment of silence, Maisie replied, "Next time, I''ll bake it at home and bring it to you."


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    "What?"


    She nced at him, then lowered her head. "Hurry and eat. Don''t let it get cold!"


    Daniel was taken aback for a moment. He suddenly grinned foolishly, feeling his appetite surge.


    Although they didn''t say much, the atmosphere resembled that of an old married couple who had spent


    years


    together. One understood the other''s taste, and the other knew one''s habits.


    Time flowed quietly at that moment, morning light streaming through the window onto the dining table.


    They sat


    facing each other, quietly having breakfast.


    This was what Daniel had been longing for.


    His nose felt a bit tingly. He asionally nced at her and thenughed to himself.


    After a while, Maisie spoke first. "Daniel, do you have timeter?"


    He didn''t hesitate. "Yes!"


    "Can you take me back... to the old house?"


    He paused but heard her murmur, "I want to bring flowers for Curtisa.


    "I think I''ve... let it all go already... I hope Curtisa can, too."


    Maisie exhaled deeply, looking up at him. She wore a smile, clean and unburdened.


    "You know, I kept having the same dream—a child crying,ing from that house. Later, I thought


    maybe she was


    ming us for not protecting her.


    "So, I want to tell our daughter that her dad didn''t abandon her or cause her death... Her dad has


    always been


    seeking the culprit. I also want to tell her that her dad is a very responsible man. All these things


    happened by


    chance."


    "Maisie..." Daniel held her hand, his voice slightly choked. "Our daughter won''t me us. I believe that


    one day,


    she''lle back to us."