Emily Ginger was stared down by her cold gaze, her face gradually turning pale. After a mont of silence, she bit her lip and softly said to Daisy Ginger, "Sister, please let have Edward... You’ve taken my father since we were kids, why do you even have to fight for Edward?"
Daisy Ginger’s expression was remarkably calm. She looked at Emily Ginger and said coldly, "It was you who took my father."
"Sister..." Emily Ginger started to cry, but before she could finish, Daisy coldly cut her off: "You don’t have the right to call sister, and I’ve never recognized you as my sister."
Emily Ginger looked at her in a daze, her face stung by Daisy’s coldness. She cried, "I’m also Dad’s daughter, but you know that since I was a child, I could only hide in the corner, watching Dad hold you. I didn’t even dare to wish for a hug; you could ride on Dad’s shoulders to the amusent park, but I couldn’t even pay for a school trip. Do you know how I feel? What did I do wrong to be born without a father? You took all the paternal love ant for since we were kids, and now you want to fight for Edward. Daisy Ginger, you’re so smart and beautiful, why can’t you just give in a little? I don’t compete with you for anything, please don’t tear Edward and apart, okay?"
Emily Ginger’s voice was soft and inherently weak; even in such a hysterical state, it didn’t sound unpleasant.
Daisy Ginger looked at the face sowhat resembling her own, and the coldness in her eyes intensified.
She couldn’t rember the exact day she first saw Emily Ginger, only rembering that shortly after Gabriel Ginger divorced her mother, he suddenly brought ho a mother and daughter pair.
When she saw Emily Ginger hiding behind Abigail Perry, peeking timidly with a modestly dressed small face, Daisy’s mind buzzed. Not for any other reason, but because Emily’s face shared an eerie resemblance to hers, leading her to realize a terrible truth.
The most absurd part was Emily was only a few hours younger than her. When her mother was struggling in labor for her father at the hospital, there was also a woman on so remote town hospital giving birth for her father.
They shared the sa birthday.
From then on, she never celebrated her birthday again.
The day she learned the truth, she broke down, hiding herself away. It was Edward Stephens who searched all over Banyan City and found her by the sea after three days and nights. He comforted her for a long ti, promising her a complete ho.
That night, he made her many perfect promises, as if if she wanted, he would bring her the stars.
...
Daisy Ginger felt a surge of laughter welling up from deep in her throat as she looked at Emily Ginger’s face, and couldn’t help but laugh softly.
She leisurely walked to the coffee table, picked up the lighter, and lit a cigarette.
"You ask what you did wrong?" Daisy Ginger tilted her head, looking at her, laughing uncontrollably, "Your mom was the other woman, right? And you, the daughter of the mistress, ask what was wrong? If I were in your position, I would’ve been too ashad to face anyone, let alone co asking for this and that from others."
Emily Ginger pressed her lips together and softly retorted, "Dad loves Mom, the one not loved is the mistress. Daisy Ginger, Edward loves now, don’t you hate mistresses the most? Do you want to beco the identity you despise?"
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Banyan City is a fictional city, do not associate it with real cities
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