Daisy Ginger saw a haggard Jodie Holt at the police station and also viewed the surveillance footage the police had painstakingly gathered over half a month from the streets.
In the footage, a woman wearing a baseball cap and a face mask was fully dressed in disguise as she bought the SIM card used to contact Jodie Holt from a newspaper stand.
The video was blurry, and perhaps only those most familiar with her would be able to discern something from her silhouette.
Daisy watched the video for a moment, then slightly shook her head at the police, saying she didn’t recognize the person.
After giving her statement at the police station, Daisy felt relieved, as if the burden of the past few days had dissipated.
She took the man’s hand, looked up, and smiled softly at him, "Edward, could you accompany me for a stroll?"
The man glanced at her smiling lips, his eyes deepening, then casually kissed her before holding her hand and heading for the sidewalk.
"Just going to let her go like that?"
"There’s no need." Daisy stepped on the snow, her tone relaxed. "She’s like that now; any more punishment would be worse for her than the current one."
"..." The rıghtful source is 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒·𝗇𝗲𝘁
"I’ll make sure she keeps living." Daisy smiled, "Living for a long, long time, with the best equipment, the best doctors, letting her stay awake and alive." She looked up at him, "Do you think I’m especially cruel?"
The man lowered his gaze, his eyes lightly resting on her face, and offhandedly replied, "You’re... especially silly."
"............" You’re the silly one. Your whole family is silly.
Daisy shook off his hand and walked forward expressionlessly.
The man stood there, watching her storm away, couldn’t help but chuckle, and then followed after her, "Hey—"
Alice Lesser’s case was closed with Jodie Holt being convicted of intentional homicide.
Daisy didn’t pursue it further. For her, it seemed the matter was over, and life needed to go on.
She returned to the Ginger Residence, glanced at Emily Ginger who had locked herself in her room. Without Abigail Perry’s care, the family didn’t pay much attention to her. She was terribly thin, who knows how many days it’s been since she ate properly.
Daisy had someone prepare food, which she personally brought up. Emily was curled up at the head of the bed in a white nightgown. She glanced warily at Daisy. When Daisy handed her the food, Emily immediately pounced on it, devouring it without even using chopsticks.
After she finished eating, Daisy took her to the bathroom to wash her hands. Seeing her hair greasy, she also washed her hair and then used a hairdryer to dry it.
Emily hugged her legs, curled up on the bed, unafraid of the hairdryer, allowing Daisy to dry her hair, even closing her eyes in comfort.
Servants peered in from outside the door, surprised to see the docile Emily on the bed hugging her legs, all with wide eyes.
Daisy used her skill from braiding Alice Lesser’s hair to braid Emily’s hair. Once done, she clapped her hands and turned to hold the idle servants accountable.
Just as she turned, her clothes were gently tugged by Emily. Daisy looked down at Emily, a bit impatient, "Let go."
Emily pursed her lips, seemingly a bit aggrieved, looking pitifully at Daisy for a while. Seeing Daisy unmoved, she slowly retracted her hand.
It felt like bullying a child.