Ian Linton said, I thought if I was good to her, she would fall in love with me.
Now, looking back, it was all wrong.
Was her kindness to him also wrong?
It was all her wishful thinking and self-righteousness.
When Edward Stephens was with her, he might have been trying to act like a husband too, but there’s a vast difference between going through the motions and love.
Daisy Ginger raised her eyes, beckoned to Emily Ginger, and Emily came out from behind Edward like a docile little animal, cautiously taking her hand.
Daisy lowered her head, looking at Emily’s delicate fingers in her palm. For a fleeting moment, she felt a sense of familiarity, as if long ago, she had held Emily’s hand just ...
But how could that be possible?
She loathed her so much that since knowing of her existence, she never allowed her to get close at all.
Daisy smiled slightly, calmly leading Emily to the bed to eat.
The food Ian Linton brought was good, mostly meat with a few small dishes. Daisy sat by the bed, watching Emily for a while, as she ate. Her eating manner was almost normal. Seeing Daisy watching her, Emily shrunk like a chick watched by a hawk, bristling, cautiously reaching out to hand her the chopsticks.
Daisy, looking at her actions, felt like a bandit robbing Emily, the poor little thing she was robbing.
Why Emily was so scared of her, yet wanted to eat with her, she didn’t understand.
But then again, logic rarely applied to a mad person, so Daisy slightly raised her chin and said to her, "I’m not eating. You eat."
Emily carefully retracted her hand, eating while watching Daisy, as if Daisy might rob her at any moment.
Looking at Emily’s face, Daisy was momentarily stunned, suddenly remembering when she and Emily held hands for the first time in their lives.
—It was eight years ago, after school one day, Gabriel Ginger suddenly brought Abigail Perry and Emily home.
When she saw Emily’s face, which was somewhat similar to her own, she was taken aback, her mind went blank, and she couldn’t react.
Her silence was mistaken by Abigail Perry as acceptance. Abigail pushed Emily in front of her, saying, "Emily, meet her, she’s your sister, called Daisy Ginger..."
Back then, Emily was still a country bumpkin, wearing a cheap cotton dress, shorter than Daisy by a head, underdeveloped, with dark skin. Abigail pushed her forward, cautiously looking at Daisy with ingratiating eyes, reaching out with her dirty hand to hold her.
As soon as Emily’s warm hand touched her, she snapped, lost her mind, slapped Emily, yelling and causing a scene, eventually restrained and locked in a bedroom by people Gabriel called.
At that time, she was so devastated, it felt like the sky had fallen, and Emily, slapped by her, stood dazed in the hall, like a confused little animal. Abigail went to appease Gabriel, and no one from the Ginger Residence paid attention to Emily, who stood there, like an out-of-place doll.
Eight years have passed.
Gabriel is dead, Emily has gone mad, Edward has returned, but everything’s changed.
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Edward said, "If I stay here, she will be a little quieter and won’t need so many tranquilizers."
Daisy said flatly, "You don’t need to explain to me. Stay if you want."
She didn’t know since when she had grown tired of trying to hold on time and again.