Abigail Perry indeed wanted to teach Daisy Ginger a lesson.
But this intention was very secretive, deeply hidden, and at this moment, provoked by the man’s slightly hoarse voice, it churned almost imperceptibly in her heart.
She envies the daughter Alice Lesser left behind, who is too outstanding, overshadowing her and Emily Ginger. Despite her victory, making it impossible for Alice Lesser to appear before her anymore, she couldn’t drive her daughter out of the Ginger Residence.
In fact, she has to rely on her for survival.
For the past eight years, she and Emily Ginger have lived cautiously in Daisy Ginger’s shadow; and her daughter is also useless, fleeing faster than a rabbit upon seeing this sister in name, not daring to speak a word.
The world knows Ginger Group has Daisy Ginger, a business genius, young and promising, under whose fame her face, far more beautiful than ordinary actresses, appears dull.
Faced with absolute strength, a pretty face merely plays a complementary role, whether it’s there or not makes no difference.
She also is beautiful, studies hard, is kind-hearted, but what does she get under Daisy Ginger’s shadow?
Lost her studies, lost Edward Stephens, lost her child, even lost her mind.
Shutting herself in her bedroom every day, completely isolating herself, even making it impossible for her mother to communicate with her.
With Daisy Ginger as the leading lady, no matter how exceptional Emily Ginger is, she can only be a backdrop, a mere green leaf.
"She doesn’t sympathize with me at all... No matter how wrong I am, I’ve already married in, I as an elder, lose face completely before her younger generation, unable to lift my head." Abigail Perry lamented, "William, if I give her a lesson, will she really behave better?"
William gently said, "You’re an elder, if you don’t establish authority before her, you’ll never be able to lift your head in her presence."
"I just want her to know the pain of losing something she loves..."
"I understand. She’s in the wrong."
The man’s gentle and steady voice line, like a siren’s song, can magnify the deepest hidden thoughts.
So gentle, as if no matter what thought, under his promise, it seems right and executable. Read complete versıon only at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥
Abigail Perry hung up the phone, sat on the bed in a daze for a while.
It’s time to give Daisy Ginger a lesson.
Otherwise, why should she suffer her daughter’s misery without any retribution?
Her unfortunate daughter lost everything, yet she is blissful with Edward Stephens.
This world is too unfair.
At a resort, a young man with a brilliant and refined face set down his phone. He sat in a wheelchair, propped his face, gazing at the shimmering sea outside the window and squinted his gentle eyes, smiling faintly.
He wore a black bathrobe, lazily tied at the waist, his skin so fair it seemed sunlight could roll off his wrist. Brilliant gold cascaded through his hair tips, turning his jet-black short hair a transparent black chestnut color.
And this exquisitely refined young man, at the moment, is infirm, which cannot help but evoke pity.
The man took a sip of coffee, casually said to the person standing behind him, "Go ahead, and help her properly."
His brother, having been out playing for so long, should prepare to bring him back.