After Emily Ginger caused a fuss, Daisy Ginger surprisingly slept well that night.
On the weekend, she woke up late, washed up, and leisurely walked downstairs.
Downstairs, Emily Ginger and Abigail Perry seemed to be arguing about something. When they saw her coming down, the mother and daughter both quieted down. Emily Ginger glanced at her, stomped her foot in frustration, and went into the dining room.
Daisy Ginger had no interest in the affairs of the two women, kept her eyes straight, and walked into the dining room, sitting across from Emily Ginger.
While Daisy Ginger was eating a sandwich and drinking coffee, Emily Ginger was packing soup dumplings into a pink lunch box.
Daisy Ginger knew who she was going to deliver them to, but didn’t say a word, leisurely eating her breakfast. By the time she finished eating, Emily Ginger had also prepared all her food, carrying her small bag and the lunch box, and went out.
When Daisy Ginger came to the hall to change her shoes, Abigail Perry was sitting on the sofa, her brows furrowed, and her face didn’t look too good.
Seeing her come out, Abigail Perry got up from the sofa and went straight upstairs.
Daisy Ginger turned her head and looked at Abigail Perry’s still graceful figure, nearly fifty years old.
Emily Ginger inherited Abigail Perry’s looks, but it was clear she didn’t inherit Abigail Perry’s intelligence.
The mother and daughter seemed equally noisy, but Abigail Perry managed to rise from a rural working girl to marry Gabriel Ginger, successfully entering high society as a socialite and controlling sixty-five percent of the Gingers’ shares. It wasn’t just her innocent-looking face.
Though she gained her position as the third wife and joined the household, now, no one in the Ginger Residence dislikes her.
Daisy Ginger withdrew her gaze, her face turning stern, and walked out.
It was initially because of Edward Stephens’s status as the heir of the Stephens family that she took advantage of Edward’s return to Banyan City, and the three-month business trip she had in the UK, to make Emily Ginger and the amnesiac Edward Stephens get along.
This woman has sharp eyes, ample patience, and deep scheming, she must be guarded against.
When Daisy Ginger arrived at the hospital room door, Emily Ginger had just gotten there as well.
She still seemed to hold a grudge over what was said last night. When she saw her, she raised her chin slightly, snorted coldly, didn’t even glance at her, and opened the door to go inside.
Inside the room, Edward Stephens stood by the window, his back appearing calm and imposing.
Emily Ginger, seeing her beloved, called out sweetly and rushed up to him.
She appeared eager to undermine Daisy Ginger’s confidence and make her see the reality that she and Edward Stephens were meant to be, forgetting the usual habit of avoiding her whenever she saw her.
Upon hearing the voice, Edward Stephens turned his head, but his gaze didn’t fall on Emily Ginger at first.
He looked indifferently at the woman leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, half-smiling, before speaking to Emily Ginger, "Put your things down, I have something to say to you."
"Edward, look!" Emily Ginger, lacking judgment, perhaps spoiled by Edward Stephens, heard him say this and still wanted to cling to him, opening the pink lunch box in her hand to show him the soup dumplings she had specifically brought for him, "I brought you your favorite..."
Edward Stephens interrupted her, "Put your things down."
His voice was colder than usual, and his distinguished, striking face also showed signs of cold severity. Emily Ginger’s eyes widened slightly, clearly frightened, and she looked at him somewhat bewildered, cautiously asking, "Edward, what’s wrong? Did, did I do something wrong?"