Edward Stephens: "Just taking these few things?"
"It’s enough." Daisy Ginger said, "The rest can be repurchased."
Edward Stephens watched her clutching the worn toy bear as if it were a treasure, his dark eyes deepening slightly. Then, in a casual tone, he said, "These dolls are everywhere on the street. I’ll buy you a new one. No need to take it, it’s all worn out."
Daisy Ginger glared at him, hugged the toy bear tightly, and snorted, "I just want this one. Who needs you to buy a new one!"
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Edward Stephens followed leisurely behind her, watching her hold that worn bear like a treasure; he felt a slight itch in his teeth, his gaze darkening.
He truly never thought there would come a day when he would be annoyed by a lifeless object.
Edward Stephens walked leisurely downstairs, and before reaching the bottom, he heard Abigail Perry’s sharp voice: "Daisy Ginger, why did you come back!"
Daisy Ginger seemed to ignore her. Without an answer, Abigail Perry insisted relentlessly: "You drove our Emily crazy, and you still have the nerve to come back! Daisy Ginger, you bitch, you owe our Emily two children, you owe us!"
Daisy Ginger’s voice finally emerged, with a hint of anger: "Abigail Perry, let me go!"
Edward Stephens’ eyes darkened, he quickened his pace and descended the stairs. At the doorway, Daisy Ginger was held by Abigail Perry, her nails painted crimson and digging deeply into Daisy Ginger’s flesh. Abigail Perry’s face was twisted, as if she wished to poke holes in Daisy Ginger’s body, scratching and clawing at her while shouting loudly: "I won’t let you go! Daisy Ginger! You took away Emily’s Edward, killed her two children, and drove her insane! You wicked bitch, I won’t let you off so easily!"
Daisy Ginger was naturally fragile, wrapped up by Abigail Perry, holding a bunch of items in her hands, unable to break free immediately, her face becoming uglier under her shoving.
Edward Stephens strode over, tore Abigail Perry away, and shielded Daisy Ginger behind him, his handsome face cold and severe as he looked at the shrewlike middle-aged woman in front of him.
Abigail Perry dared to act wild in front of Daisy Ginger, but not in front of a man like Edward Stephens. She was pulled off balance, gasping for breath as she steadied herself and stared at Daisy Ginger behind Edward Stephens as if looking at a mortal enemy.
Daisy Ginger noticed her hateful gaze and seemed to find it somewhat amusing. She stepped from behind Edward Stephens, stood by his side, looked at Abigail Perry, and asked mockingly, "Are you seriously blaming me for her madness?"
Abigail Perry glared at her, gritting her teeth.
With Edward Stephens present, Daisy Ginger wasn’t afraid of her rushing over to make a scene. She laughed at Abigail Perry, "Let alone what’s really going on between Edward and Emily Ginger, just talking about Ian Linton and Emily—wasn’t it you who drove your own daughter insane?"
Abigail Perry’s breath hitched, her facial expression shifting rapidly until it settled on a hideous look.
"What nonsense are you spouting? How could I drive my own daughter insane!"
"If it wasn’t you, then was it me?" Daisy Ginger tilted her head, "When Emily wanted to break off her engagement with Ian Linton, who forced her not to? Have you really not realized how your own daughter went mad after all this time? She was driven insane, bit by bit, by her own mother and her fiancé."