She quickly composed herself and on her way back, made a phone call to Edward Stephens, telling him she’d return tomorrow.
Upon receiving her call, he seed quite happy, chatting with her for a while reluctantly before finally hanging up.
Daisy Ginger went back and asked the butler to book her a ticket to Chicago.
The butler seed a bit surprised at her words: "Going back so early? Not staying a few more days? Your friends..."
"I have so unfinished business," Daisy interrupted him, "I’ll contact them later."
Perhaps reading sothing from her expression, the butler looked at her face, chose not to persuade further, rely responded, and helped her book a flight for twelve thirty the next afternoon.
Abigail Perry’s phone card was tucked in her pocket, the phone number she constantly kept in touch with, burned in her heart like a fla.
If Abigail Perry could still talk now, even facing torture, she would dig out the identity of the man who contacted her from Abigail’s mouth.
Then she’d send the man who killed Alice Lesser to prison.
But now, Abigail Perry was completely paralyzed, unable to speak, the only truth known only by Robert Stephens.
Daisy Ginger closed her eyes, curled up on the sofa, her slender chest rising and falling with anger.
She could not forgive herself for only now learning the truth.
That family, one deceived her in the first half of her life, another destroyed the latter half, all her misfortunes today seemingly crafted by them.
With closed eyes, tears couldn’t help but slide down from the corners.
...
Feeling warmth on her fingers, Daisy Ginger opened her eyes to see Emily Ginger carefully sitting beside her, holding her hand.
She looked at her, with a hint of timidity, then reached out and gently wiped the tears from her eyes.
A tinge of worry appeared in her eyes, looking at her helplessly.
Perhaps because Daisy permitted her to co closer yesterday, fostering trust, today she dared to touch her.
"I’m fine." Daisy Ginger slowly exhaled, wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, and smiled at her.
The butler beside them said, "Miss Emily has always liked you, the eldest miss."
Daisy Ginger glanced at him, seeing a hint of sentint in his eyes.
Emily Ginger likes her...
After she was driven crazy, choosing to be close to her, she noticed.
This closeness seed a bit unbelievable to her.
Even though she hadn’t done much in kindness, Emily Ginger still liked her.
This might really be sothing only blood relations can explain.
Daisy Ginger rubbed her head, watching her squint like a satisfied cat, then curled up obediently beside her, quietly falling asleep.
Like this, are you content?
Daisy Ginger bowed her head, looking at Emily Ginger’s dirty face after the Spring Festival; this innocent satisfaction overlapped with her crying despair on the rainy night.
Sleeping a lifeti in dreams, is it better than being awake?
Just like Alice Lesser, choosing not to face reality...
Perhaps escaping truly is a very convenient thing. If possible, she too wishes she could pretend, not think about anything, know nothing, and be quietly kept by Edward Stephens, relying on his affection to live.
Knowing nothing must be happier than knowing everything, right?
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