The one who’s not loved is the third party.
Daisy Ginger truly laughed aloud this time.
The hand holding the cigarette trembled with laughter.
She stepped forward, stood in front of Emily Ginger, and slowly looked down at her.
She called her by her full name.
"Back then, who advised you to approach Edward Stephens behind my back?"
There was a unique allure in her voice. It wasn’t as crisp as an ordinary girl’s voice; instead, it was somewhat deep, making people instinctively want to perk up their ears to listen carefully.
Emily Ginger trembled slightly, her slender fingers gently clenched, and her eyes couldn’t help but begin to dodge, not daring to meet Daisy Ginger’s gaze.
"I—I like Edward now... I..."
Daisy Ginger coldly interrupted her: "You knew I liked Edward Stephens, that I was dating him, yet you and Abigail Perry took advantage of my business trip to the UK to approach Edward. Who really is the third party here?!"
Emily Ginger clamped her lips stubbornly, "But Daisy, Edward has already forgotten you, all your past with him no longer matters to him. You’re now forcing him to marry you, which is entirely unreasonable."
"That has nothing to do with you," Daisy coldly replied, "That’s between Edward and me. What does it have to do with you, Emily Ginger? Even if he has a child in the United States, it’s what he owes me. Who are you to speak on this matter?"
Emily couldn’t argue with her, especially since she was a bit afraid of Daisy. Standing alone in Daisy’s room, surrounded by her presence, without Abigail there, her current defiance was already an extraordinary effort.
Being retorted by Daisy , she really felt a delusion that Edward had nothing to do with her, her tears falling continuously in grievance.
"Daisy, why are you ," she choked, "I really like Edward. I’m not taking anything from you. Can’t you let it go; I’m your sister after all."
Daisy wasn’t fazed at all: "I told you, I’ve never considered you a sister, and besides, Edward is originally mine. What’s mine isn’t up for you to take."
Unable to sway Daisy at all, Emily had no idea what to do.
She looked at her tearfully, like a bewildered rabbit.
With lips slightly quivering, Emily softly sobbed, "Daisy, by pressuring Edward , does it not matter if he ends up hating you?"
The falling ash burned her fingertip, but Daisy stood still, her hand not trembling at all, her face still wearing that usual mocking smile. She snorted lightly, replying indifferently, "Then let him hate me."
Daisy’s words left Emily completely speechless.
She had never encountered... someone as unreasonable as Daisy before.
Seeing her stunned expression, Daisy calmly withdrew her gaze, tossed the cigarette butt into the trash, and implied it was time for her to leave.
"You can go now." As if that wasn’t already infuriating enough, Daisy added, "When Edward and I get married, I’ll make sure to send you a wedding invitation."
As these words hit her, Emily nearly choked on her own blood, once more reduced to tears by Daisy before being driven out the door in sobs.