Thinking about this, he leaned back on the car seat and had to sigh deeply once again.
The rain seemed to have let up a bit, and he called his mother, asking if Lady Stephens had seen Daisy Ginger.
Lady Stephens seemed to have fallen asleep. When she answered his call, her voice was still drowsy with sleep: "No. Edward, are you still outside?"
"Yes." Edward Stephens replied calmly. He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag under the dim street lamp, wondering where Daisy might be at the moment.
He felt a faint sense of irritation, lowered the car window, letting the evening breeze tinged with drizzle blow in. Lady Stephens was still on the phone, telling him to come home early. Edward responded with "Alright," and then hung up, turned the car around, and drove toward Daisy’s villa in the city center.
He thought that it wasn’t likely that Daisy went to the Ginger Residence or returned to his home. The most likely place would be the villa she had once proudly introduced to him.
At four-thirty in the morning, he slowly parked the car on the wet concrete and turned his head to look at the dark villa nearby. He slowly opened the car door and got out.
The lawn was soaked with rainwater, soft and wet underfoot. Edward Stephens, known to have a slight cleanliness obsession, was now soaked through from the rain, his shoes covered in mud. His nerves were somewhat numb; he just wanted to find the person quickly.
He arrived at the door and raised his hand to press the doorbell.
The rain had stopped, and the surroundings were silent, with no sounds coming from inside the house.
Edward Stephens furrowed his brow, feeling a bit annoyed. He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and bit one between his lips.
Behind him, a shadow crept silently over, stood behind the man for a moment, then suddenly swung a baseball bat he held at the back of the man’s head—
"Yes!" Zoe Hilker heard the voice and hurriedly ran in from outside the door, seeing Daisy Ginger emerging from the bathroom with her hair wet.
"Drink some hot water to warm up!"
She handed over the milk powder she had just mixed, secretly observing Daisy’s expression.
"Oh..." Daisy’s expression was serene and seemed calm, but her eyes lacked light, and her little face had turned pale white from a night of wind exposure, looking pitifully.
Zoe Hilker took out a towel, "Daisy, come, let me dry your hair."
Daisy walked over and sat on the sofa, holding a teacup and staring blankly for a while.
Zoe Hilker dried the moisture from her hair, then took out a hairdryer to carefully dry her hair. For a moment, the only sound left in the air was the buzzing noise from the hairdryer.
"All done." Zoe Hilker put away the hairdryer and gently touched Daisy’s warm, long hair, smiling, "Daisy, Ethan’s guest room has my pajamas, I’ve cleaned them all. Go change, you have work tomorrow, get some rest early."
Daisy lifted her eyelids, glanced at Zoe Hilker’s exaggerated makeup, lazily retracting her gaze, "Oh..." She stood up, took a few steps, then turned her head as if remembering something and asked, "Where’s Ethan?"
How come he’s missing after taking a shower?
Zoe Hilker sat on the sofa, scratched her corn-rolled orange curls, and looked towards the empty doorway: "He said he went to teach Edward Stephens a lesson and drove off." Zoe Hilker tilted her head slightly, looking at Daisy, "Hmm... He should be back soon, right?"