As Daisy walked further away, she could still feel the man’s gaze on her.
He didn’t approach her, yet even so, it left her with the illusion of having no escape.
After being brought back from Banyan City by Robert Stephens, the man in the wheelchair had not come to check on her again.
It seemed he intentionally wanted her and Edward Stephens to resolve their conflicts—or perhaps expand them—in any case, he stayed silent.
His interest was not in her; her presence here was merely as insignificant cannon fodder in the brothers’ feud.
Even telling her the truth wasn’t out of kindness; in the end, she was just a pawn in Robert’s game.
* ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
The villa couldn’t be called a villa; it should be referred to as an estate.
Even though she was already quite wealthy, being brought here still left her with a ridiculous sense of a country bumpkin entering the city.
Edward wasn’t wrong in what he said; judging by foot, it truly would be difficult for her to leave their home.
Walking back alone from the pavilion by the lake, Daisy soon found herself lost again.
She simply sat down where she was, too tired to continue walking, just waiting for Edward to come and take her back again.
However, unexpectedly, it was not Edward who came for her this time.
When she heard Charlotte Smith’s gentle voice, Daisy cautiously looked up at her.
She couldn’t forget that this woman before her was Robert Stephens’s associate.
The woman was dressed in a white cashmere coat, her short hair was pinned with a star-shaped hairpin, revealing her delicate, pale face.
She smiled at her, "Are you lost?"
Not wanting to show weakness, Daisy stayed silent, sitting there, while Charlotte approached and kindly extended a hand, "The woods here are designed to confuse the mind and deter thieves. You haven’t been here long, so it’s normal to get lost. Don’t worry about it."
Faced with a smiling face, Daisy couldn’t continue to put on an aloof attitude despite her wariness.
She stood up from the ground and asked Charlotte, "When does your husband plan to let me go back? If I don’t return soon, my company will go bankrupt."
Of course, this was a lie; if a company relied solely on her to operate, it would have gone bankrupt ages ago.
Charlotte gave her a smile, seemingly aware of her fib, but she didn’t expose it, just led her towards the distant villa: "Sir brought you here because he hopes you can divorce the second young master. I don’t know what Sir thinks of you, but if you succeed in divorcing the second young master, I believe he won’t stop you from leaving."
Daisy’s tone was not pleased: "If he refuses to divorce, what can I do?"
Charlotte tilted her head to look at her, "Do you really have no feelings for the second young master, Miss Ginger?"
Daisy stared ahead, her voice calm: "He’s not the one I’m waiting for."
Charlotte gazed at Daisy’s serene profile, slightly lowering her eyes, choosing to remain silent.
Daisy was forced to endure several days of isolation.
Until one day, unexpectedly, Edward came to her and asked if she wanted to return to Banyan City.
He refused to divorce her, yet was willing to let her go back to Banyan City.
In these days, even Daisy, as an outsider, could feel the increasingly tense atmosphere in this house.
When Daisy heard him ask her this, she was slightly startled for a few seconds. The man stood in front of her, his dark eyes fixated on her, "You go back to Banyan City first. Once I’ve handled things here, I’ll come find you."
Daisy looked at him, speaking softly, "You don’t have to go through so much trouble."
The man gently stroked her face, his voice warm, "Daisy, you’re all I have. Promise me not to betray me, okay?"