In the car, Daisy Ginger sat in the passenger seat, a broken toy bear placed on her lap, her head lowered, lost in thought.
Edward Stephens opened the car door and got in. Seeing her dazed and sullen expression, he reached into the pile of torn fabric of the toy bear and pulled out the bunch of recording equipnt inside.
Daisy didn’t react much, she only raised her head and gave him a glance.
Edward toyed with the small black recording box in his hand and asked Daisy, "What’s inside?"
"It’s been broken for a long ti, can’t be fixed." Daisy said blandly, "...A birthday gift I once received."
"Who gave it to you?"
"..." Daisy glanced at him, pursed her lips slightly, and said blandly, "It has nothing to do with you."
Edward had given her quite a lot in the past, but she never knew how to cherish them, she lost so, broke so, and only when the person was gone did she subconsciously go back to sort things out.
The mories left at the end turned out to be just this little bit.
Originally, she thought that after moving out with Edward, it wouldn’t matter if they never returned to that superficial ho at Ginger Residence. She intended to take what she needed upon being discharged today, not expecting to run into Abigail Perry, that madwoman.
Edward glanced at her, put the recording box into his pocket, "I’ll have it repaired in a week."
Hearing this, Daisy actually started to laugh.
She propped up her face, turned her head to look at him, "I’ve visited many repair shops, and the professionals there said it couldn’t be fixed. Are you better than those professional repairers?"
Edward held onto the steering wheel, and said softly, "You can wait and see after a week."
Seeing him so confident, the gloom in Daisy’s heart lessened quite a bit. She didn’t actually expect anyone to fix it; the contents weren’t worth spending millions to repair, just a simple "Happy Birthday" left behind by soone.
Now that Edward was back, how could any old object be more precious than having him alive and here?
Daisy chuckled lightly, yet still galy nodded, "Then I’ll wait for you."
After passing an intersection, the man suddenly pulled the car over to the side.
Daisy was startled, glanced at the surrounding tall buildings, and asked confused, "What’s wrong?"
Edward reached out his hand toward her, "Give the bear."
Daisy looked at his inscrutable expression and handed over the bear she was holding.
"What’s going on?"
"I’ll have it repaired for you."
Finishing his words, he took the bear in his hand, got out of the car, and left.
Repaired for her?
That shabby and torn toy bear?
Daisy leaned against the window and couldn’t help but shout toward him, "Edward, stop ssing around!"
Fix it? She was planning to throw it away.
Edward walked ahead with his back to her; hearing her voice, he waved a hand at her.
Soon, his tall figure turned a corner and disappeared from her sight.
Daisy couldn’t figure out what kind of quirky idea was in Edward’s head. Sitting in the car, she kept thinking about Edward’s words — have it repaired for you.
Sohow, this kind of inherently unconvincing statent, coming from his mouth, surprisingly seed dependable.
Daisy couldn’t help but laugh. The gloomy mood influenced by Abigail was instantly replaced by a sense of anticipation, brightening her spirits.
"Thank you for shopping. Need it packed?"
The cashier lady bead at the young man who ca to her counter, her gaze falling on the sharp lines of his profile, a hint of amazent flashing in her eyes.
"No need." The man scanned the code to pay, lowered his head, and pointed at the toy bear in his hand, "Please cut off the tag."
The female cashier kindly helped cut off the tag, watching the man walk out of the store carrying the toy bear.
Plush toys and young n, such a perfect match. The lady’s face flushed with excitent.
*
Edward held the newly bought bear with one hand, passed by a trash bin, and casually tossed the old one directly into it.
After tossing the bear, he slid one hand into his pocket and walked straight back towards the car.
From afar, he saw Daisy sitting by the window.
She sat there hugging her knees, seemingly waiting for him, with a bored expression.
Her long, fluffy hair tied up at the back, delicate features radiant under the sunlight.
Edward squinted his eyes slightly, walked up, opened the car door, and tossed the new toy bear he bought onto Daisy’s lap.
Daisy hadn’t noticed him walking over; caught unprepared by a plush toy flung into her arms, she let out a startled yelp. When she realized, she picked it up to take a look.
"Repaired it for you."
Daisy couldn’t help but laugh, she held the bear, eyes glistening like stars, looked at Edward, "Edward, are you silly?"
Buying a new one for her ant it’s repaired?
The man lazily got in the car, watching the smile on her face, his lips curled slightly too, "Don’t they look alike?"
"Quite similar..." Daisy touched it, "But it can’t talk."
"It will after it’s repaired."
Daisy squinted her eyes in laughter, hugging the newly bought plush toy, "Then I’ll barely expect it."
Edward cast her a glance, let out a small chuckle, restarted the car, and drove forward.
Old things of the past will eventually be replaced by new ones.
People too.
*
Ginger Residence.
Abigail Perry shivering, trembling, got up from the ground.
The servants gathered around, seeing her pale face and white lips, none dared to assist her.
Abigail ignored them, stood up, turned around, wobbled and lost-hearted, and went upstairs.
Downstairs, a group of servants stood together, watched the figure of the mistress leaving, feeling for so reason, the atmosphere of this house had beco strange ever since Daisy moved out.
The mad Second Miss and the neurotic mistress cast a gloomy sll over this old villa.
Although the salary was generous, there had been about ten servants resigning in the past months intermittently.
...
Outside Emily Ginger’s room, there were untouched dishes placed.
The carefully prepared and delicious food had already gone cold.
Abigail suppressed the discomfort in her throat, stepped up and knocked on the door, speaking to her daughter inside the room, "Emily, co out and eat sothing, you haven’t eaten breakfast nor lunch, how can your body take it."
Inside the room, it was quiet, not a sound ca out.
Abigail listened to the silence and found it increasingly unbearable.
She said hoarsely, "Emily, Mom only has you now, don’t leave Mom alone... Today Daisy, that little bitch, ca over, she and Edward ganged up to bully Mom, Emily, Mom is so pitiful now."
Abigail leaned at the door, muttering complaints quietly, thinking back to the days when she and Emily relied on each other. Although Daisy bullied her before, it was nothing compared to now being all alone! Since Emily went mad, while taking care of her, she lost contact with her old society ladies and friends, now thinking about it, she couldn’t even find a person to talk to anymore.
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