Daisy Ginger heard this and couldn’t help but smile, "It seems she only knows you."
Edward Stephens slightly furrowed his brows, detecting the sarcasm in Daisy’s words. He seemed too lazy to argue with her and remained silent.
Daisy wasn’t in the mood to quarrel with him here. She raised her head and looked at Emily Ginger standing behind Edward. Emily clung tightly to Edward’s back, her expression somewhat panic-stricken. Her demeanor was nothing like what you’d expect of a woman in her twenties—fear, anxiety, tension, and a bit of... curiosity.
Daisy stared into her unfamiliar eyes, and a complex mix of emotions surged from her chest, almost overwhelming her.
She stepped forward and stood in front of Edward. When Emily saw her approaching, she was so nervous she didn’t know what to do. This demeanor overlapped with how she used to react when facing Daisy, causing Daisy to feel slightly dazed.
"Daisy," Edward said with a steady face, reminding her, "She’s a patient now."
"What do you think I’m going to do to her?" Daisy didn’t even glance at him but replied mockingly, "Didn’t you always say she’s my sister? Now that something has happened to my sister, is it so strange for me, as her elder sister, to come and have a look?"
Edward’s face was grim as he stood protectively in front of Emily, as if she were some kind of dangerous threat.
Daisy felt no emotional fluctuation at how Edward perceived her. She simply watched Emily for a while, making her more and more scared, shrinking behind Edward like a quail, motionless and afraid to move.
What really happened that night?
Why did you come to ask for help in the rain, why didn’t you tell me, why did you want to end your life...
Looking at her pale, thin face, emotions churned in Daisy’s chest, almost drowning her.
She didn’t hate Emily; towards the two women at home, she was simply indifferent. She knew the one she should really hate was the man who shattered her family into this state. She rarely paid attention to this weak sister.
Perhaps she might have had a chance to save her, but that night, she never sensed her despair...
She felt a slight guilt in her heart over this.
Daisy slowly withdrew her gaze, pressed her lips together, turned around, and walked out silently.
She took a step and felt someone gently grab her sleeve. Turning back, Daisy saw Emily hiding behind Edward, timidly reaching out to clutch her sleeve.
"..." She was slightly surprised and a bit confused, glancing at Edward. Latest content publıshed on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
Edward glanced at Emily, then at her, furrowing his brow as if finding it hard to believe, and hesitantly explained her confusion: "She wants you to stay for dinner with her."
Daisy also looked incredulous, staring at Emily’s face. Her dislike for this woman instantly clouded her judgment, and she frowned, displeased: "Why should I stay and eat with her?"
"..." Edward remained silent.
When Emily was well, she never dared to ask anything of her. Now, crazy, she seemed to have gotten a bit bolder?
She even dared to grab her.
Daisy looked at her nervous face, slightly raised her chin, and said to Emily, "I’ll accompany you for ten minutes."
Seeing that she was a patient, she reluctantly agreed to stay with her for a moment.
Edward lowered his head and softly said to Emily, "Go ahead."
Lowering his head, his facial features appeared gentler than usual.
Seeing his expression, Daisy thought to herself, indeed, loving someone is hard to hide.