Half an hour later, both of them had a little red book in hand.
In the driver’s seat, Edward Stephens frowned, staring at the red book in his hand for a long time, lost in thought.
Daisy Ginger put hers inside the inner pocket of her bag where she kept her ID, glanced at Edward Stephens, then reached out her hand towards him.
Edward turned his head, gave her a glance, and asked impatiently, "What?"
Edward returned the marriage certificate, frowning, and asked, "Why do you want it?"
"To keep it safe for you," Daisy said confidently, "Who knows what you might do with my marriage certificate."
Edward stuffed the marriage certificate into his pocket and sneered upon hearing this, coldly saying, "I should be the one saying that to you."
Daisy watched his actions, blinked, and Edward, seeing her expression, knew she was thinking of some mischief. He tapped her forehead with his index finger and warned, "Don’t mess around with the marriage certificate, understood?"
Daisy shot him a look, her thoughts unknown, but for once, she didn’t rebut him. Her lips curled up, the line of her lips refusing to be suppressed, as she crossed her arms and haughtily "hmphed" while turning her head.
So proud, what’s with the hmpf?
Edward inwardly cursed her theatrics, just as he was about to drive, his phone suddenly rang. As he reached to answer it, Daisy quickly snatched the phone and pressed the answer button.
Edward hated others touching his things the most. He frowned, about to give a warning, when Abigail Perry’s anxious voice came through the phone, "Edward, where are you? Emily is missing. Her phone won’t connect. Please help me find her..."
Edward’s breath caught, he reached for the phone in Daisy’s hand, frowned, and responded sternly, "What’s going on?"
Daisy sat with her knees hugged in the passenger seat, watched Edward’s deeply furrowed brow, and pursed her lips.
Yet, for once, she didn’t speak up.
Abigail’s voice was a chaotic mess of panic, "She’s been acting strange lately, not eating every day. I thought she’d get back to normal in a few days, but when I went to her room just now, I discovered she didn’t come home last night. It’s all my fault, if only I had paid more attention to her... What should I do, Edward, I only have one daughter..."
By the end, her speech was disjointed, clearly terrified.
Edward said in a deep voice, "I’ll send someone to find her immediately. Have you called the police?"
"Stay put at home and don’t wander around. I’ll go check the surveillance now."
After hanging up, Edward made another call, his face tense as he instructed someone to track Emily Ginger’s whereabouts.
Daisy lazily leaned in the passenger seat, playing with a set of car keys with her fingertips, watching him with dark, stormy eyes, and casually remarked, "Why the hurry? No one’s going to die."
Edward looked at her indifference and coldly reminded, "She’s your sister."
Daisy couldn’t help but laugh, "How come I don’t remember having a sister born to my mother?"
Her laughter was indeed beautiful, but there was an indescribable cold aloofness in her expression.
Edward withdrew his gaze and opened the car door, "Get out."
Daisy remained motionless, chuckling disdainfully, "Why should I? It’s only right for me to sit in my husband’s passenger seat."
Edward shot her a frosty glance, said nothing more, pressed the gas pedal, and drove off.
Edward’s people moved quickly. Half an hour later, they found Emily Ginger, who had taken sleeping pills, in a rental apartment.