"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.
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