The busy signal beeped from the phone, leaving Lady Stephens in a kind of bewildered panic.
The course of events seemed to have exceeded her expectations; she hadn’t thought it would change to this extent.
Sitting on the sofa, Lady Stephens’s hands began to tremble, and she buried her face into her palms.
She had lied to Daisy Ginger.
This lie was full of holes, leaking from all sides, yet Daisy, clever as she was, still chose to believe it. She was truly desperate to the extreme, trying to hold onto even the tiniest shred of hope.
She used Daisy’s love for Edward Stephens to deceive her.
But she hadn’t expected that her son would also be ensnared in the lie.
She wasn’t a smart person; things had already gone beyond her expectations. At this point, Lady Stephens was truly at a loss, not knowing what to do.
Edward Stephens returned to the villa, weary from travel.
Charlotte Smith immediately stood up from the sofa upon seeing his return and looked up at him.
The man was wearing a black trench coat, standing tall and slender. It was spring, the willow catkins flying in the air, with some white down stuck to the lapel and hem of his coat, evidence perhaps of his extended time outside.
Daisy Ginger had been gone for a week without a word. She grew up in Banyan City, far more familiar with its layout than the two of them, outsiders. Finding a local person deliberately avoiding them in Banyan City was easier said than done.
Moreover, Edward Stephens had not reported it to the police.
The surveillance showed Daisy Ginger entering an urban village and then cut off.
Edward spent some time making inquiries locally, but found no clues. He went out worn and returned the same, without exhaustion on his cool face, only a greater coldness.
Charlotte Smith moved to help him with his coat as he took it off, but then she heard Edward say to her, "You should go back to Los Angeles."
Charlotte was taken aback for a moment, looked up at him, the man’s expression calm, only saying indifferently, "She’s not at home now, no need for you to stay here."
This was his and Daisy Ginger’s home; essentially, he also did not want anyone else intruding.
"..." Charlotte lowered her head, tugging at the clothes in her hands, softly asked, "Does the young master really like Miss Ginger that much?"
Edward plucked a piece of catkin stuck to his cuff and said coolly, "It’s none of your business."
Charlotte flinched slightly, stepped back, "Sorry. I spoke out of turn."
Edward turned his head to look at her, "People like you, could never understand."
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Charlotte instinctively looked up at him, but Edward had already withdrawn his gaze and was heading upstairs.
She raised her head, watching the silhouette of him leaving, her fingers unconsciously clenching lightly.
Robert Stephens over there hadn’t called her back, without orders, she dared not return.
The cost of defying his orders was too great. Even if it meant angering Edward Stephens, Charlotte could only stay inside the villa.
Just trying to minimize the chances of appearing in front of Edward Stephens.
Watching Edward busily searching for Daisy Ginger, sometimes she couldn’t help but think, this must be Edward’s first true love in his life. Even if they part in the future, it would remain forever etched in his heart.
Thinking this way, she couldn’t help but envy Daisy Ginger.
Someone like her would never be remembered by anyone.
A life as lowly as grass.