This sentence almost perfectly touched Daisy Ginger’s bottom line. Chapters fırst released on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾※𝙣𝙚𝙩
She forcefully shook off Emily Ginger’s hand, pushing her back a big step. Watching Emily stagger back, Daisy only realized she was now a pregnant woman, and her heart skipped a beat. She instinctively reached out to help her, but Emily had already stood firm not far away.
She let out a sigh of relief, slightly pursed her lips. Her bright eyes, like flames, ignited the pitch-black rainy night.
Emily stood in the rain, looking panic-stricken, holding her protruding belly with both hands, her face pale without a trace of blood.
Facing Daisy, she seemed extremely frightened. Her eyes were full of pleading, carefully and tearfully begging her, "Sister..."
"Don’t call me sister." Daisy stood under the eaves, her exquisite face cold as water. She looked mercilessly at Emily, soaked in the rain, and asked word by word, "How long are you going to disturb Edward and me before you’re satisfied? Haven’t you had enough? Edward is now my husband, can’t you have some decency and stop showing up in front of him?!"
Daisy was truly fed up with the feeling of competing with another woman for a man, and what irritated her more was Emily’s matter-of-fact attitude.
For her to go to Edward Stephens, exactly who gave her the confidence?
She didn’t want to delve into Emily’s matter-of-factness, her heart felt stuffy, she frowned, just wanting to drive her away.
"I... I don’t know who else to turn to..." Emily looked at her anxiously, staggering and reaching out as if to grab Daisy’s hand, which was once again brushed away by Daisy. Helplessly, she retracted her arms, standing in the rain like a little animal driven to a dead end, her face and eyes mixed with rain and tears, pitifully miserable.
She cried, "I don’t know who else to turn to... Sister, only Edward can help me, he won’t abandon me, sister, I beg you, let me see him just once, I really have something to tell him."
I only have him left.
Daisy listened, not knowing why, but she wanted to laugh.
She really wanted to ask, Emily Ginger, what makes you say this?
What makes you think Edward Stephens will surely help you?
Standing by the door, she slowly took a breath, the chill of the rainy night invading her lungs, giving her mind unprecedented clarity.
She said to Emily, "If you have anything to say, you can tell me. I won’t let you see him."
"I..." Emily looked up at her, her gaze seemed to carry a flicker of hope, but she didn’t know what crossed her mind, and the spark in her dark pupils quickly faded. She looked at her, stepped back, and shook her head sorrowfully, "Daisy, I can’t tell you..."
Daisy furrowed her brow and said coldly, "What is it that you can only tell Edward Stephens and not me? Emily Ginger, to find him, you’ve become a constant liar, scheming at every turn!"
"..." The girl trembled with pale lips, looking at the dazzling Daisy in front of her. Her dark eyes held fear, disgust, envy, and most prominently, inferiority.
She couldn’t bring herself to speak, her self-esteem wouldn’t allow her to disclose her plight to Daisy. How perfect Daisy was, at a height she could never reach no matter what. Standing before her, she felt a profound sense of shame and inferiority.