Chapter 288 How dare you come here

Meanwhile, outside Martha's room. Maxwell stood at the door and knocked gently on the door, his face full of worry. A soft voice came from the room, "Please come in." Maxwell heard this and slowly pushed open the door to the room. As soon as he walked in, he saw his daughter sitting next to the window with an easel in front of her, on which was painted a person he knew too well. The woman on the portrait had gleaming eyes and a smile in her eyes, as if she was looking and smiling at him across time and space. Maxwell was lost in thought, looking at the portrait of his wife not far away, and felt like she was standing in front of him. Martha turned her head to look at the familiar figure and spoke softly to interrupt the man's thoughts. "Dad." "Your mother has passed away more than ten years ago. I didn't expect you to still remember what she looked like." Maxwell looked at his daughter with emotion, his eyes flooded with faint tears. Martha nodded gently, turned her head to