Daisy Ginger stood quietly at the door, listening to Abigail Perry comforting Emily Ginger on the other side.
Although Emily Ginger is a naive sweetheart, she has a good mother after all. Over the years, everything from food and clothing, and even finding a boyfriend, has been carefully planned by Abigail Perry.
After all, they are family.
Daisy Ginger listened for a while, her mind calming down, losing interest to continue listening.
She handed the hangover tea in her hand to the servant behind her and said, "I’m going to the study, don’t come over."
Her voice seemed to disturb the two people talking in the bedroom inside. The two voices simultaneously fell silent, Daisy Ginger’s expression was cold and indifferent. She paid no attention and strode towards the study.
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was Edward Stephens’ words, or perhaps the content of Abigail Perry and Emily Ginger’s conversation in the room tonight. Daisy Ginger processed a report for a while, finding herself unable to stay calm.
She simply shut the computer down, leaned on the desk, rested her forehead on her hand, and slowly lit a cigarette.
Towards Emily Ginger, she felt some disdain, but perhaps the intoxication had not fully faded. Listening to Abigail Perry meticulously planning for her and comforting her gently, a ripple of inexplicable envy surfaced in Daisy’s heart.
If her mother... she surely could now be lying in her arms, acting spoiled, couldn’t she?
She could cry freely, she could complain without restraint, complain why Edward Stephens had forgotten her, why he liked another woman. She could vent all her resentment and dissatisfaction to the person closest to her.
Because that person would surely comfort her gently.
Daisy Ginger extinguished the cigarette, stood up from the office chair, and in the dead of night, walked through the villa she grew up in, like a lonely stranger.
She returned to the bedroom, took a shower, and was about to go to sleep when she suddenly heard a gentle knock at the door.
Daisy Ginger was using a hair dryer to dry her hair. Hearing the knock, she slowly walked over to open the door.
Seeing the person at the door, she was slightly surprised, gently raising her slender eyebrows.
"Can... can I come in?" Emily Ginger wore a white princess nightdress, her long curly hair like seaweed, fluffy on her shoulders. Her delicate little face was anxious, like a frightened little rabbit, looking at Daisy at the door with big eyes.
"..." Daisy Ginger stood at the door elegantly, turned off the hairdryer, looking down at her. She said nothing, her gaze cold.
"I have something to say to you," Emily Ginger mustered up courage and spoke, her eyes meeting Daisy’s with a hint of pleading.
Daisy Ginger looked at her for a while before stepping aside, allowing Emily to enter. Emily visibly relaxed and followed Daisy gingerly inside.
Daisy Ginger put the hairdryer back in the drawer, turned to lean against the wall, crossed her arms, and tilted her chin slightly. "Go ahead, what’s the matter?"
Without Abigail Perry, Emily was extremely afraid of Daisy. She glanced at Daisy’s alluring face, swallowed nervously, and suddenly caught a whiff of smoke in the air, instinctively saying, "You smoked again?"
"..." Daisy Ginger tilted her head, looking at Emily, sneered, "You came here to ask me this?"
"No, not really..." Emily’s face turned red, flustered, "I just think it’s not good for girls to smoke."
"..." Daisy Ginger looked at her coldly.
Emily was stared at by Daisy’s cold gaze, her face gradually turning pale. She remained quiet for a moment, biting her lip and gently saying, "Sister, can you let Edward go... you took my dad from me since childhood, why do you want to compete with me for Edward too?"