"My dad is..."
"Young master!"
Not far away, a man’s voice suddenly called out, and hurried footsteps sounded. Daisy Ginger stood up and saw three or four tall n in casual clothes running towards her, one of them picking up the little boy in front of her.
"Young master, why did you co here alone? Are you hurt?"
The child hugged the little ball, looked at Daisy Ginger, and shook his head.
His eyes were dark, possibly because he was too young to show emotions. Daisy Ginger found it sowhat unsettling.
Like a beautifully crafted little doll.
"The little ball is dirty," he said to the man holding him.
"Let’s go back and wash it. Sir is already out; he’s in the car now. Let’s head back."
"Oh..." He lowered his eyes, responded softly, and while being carried away, waved goodbye to Daisy Ginger. "Goodbye, sister."
Daisy Ginger smiled in response until the group left. Her face turned pale as she slowly sat on the bench by the sidewalk.
A question suddenly surfaced in her mind—had Charlotte given birth to the child she was carrying?
If so, would he be about the sa age as Erin Ginger, and... would he look sowhat like Erin Ginger?
*
The black Rolls-Royce quietly parked by the sidewalk.
George Stephens, holding the little ball, opened the car door and climbed into the back seat.
The young man seated in the back had snow-white skin, accentuated by his handcrafted black suit. Seeing him co up, he turned his head to glance at him, furrowing his brow.
"Why are you still playing with that ball? I told you, if you like balls, I can get you a new one." The man reached out to take the orange ball from him but was avoided by George Stephens.
George Stephens held the little ball tightly, lowered his head, and said quietly, "Dad bought this for ."
The man heard this and laughed aninglessly, retracting his hand, and said rather coldly, "Then hold it tight and don’t let it dirty my clothes."
He was known for his cleanliness. George Stephens understood, so he hugged it tightly, cherishing it.
This ball was his third birthday gift, Robert Stephens told him it was from his dad.
So he took it everywhere he went.
Even coming to Tsing City to find Edward Stephens, he didn’t forget to bring it.
Robert Stephens lifted his eyes, watching him tightly hug it, with a slight frown and a hint of disgust, he gazed out the window.
The driver asked him, "Mr. Stephens, should we go find the second young master now?"
"Let’s go back to the hotel first," Robert Stephens said flatly, "Have the nanny give George a bath."
His dirtiness made him want to kick him out of the car.
George Stephens held onto the little ball, knowing Robert Stephens was disdainful of him, pouted and stayed silent.
*
In the evening, Edward Stephens personally drove to Royal Entertainnt to take Daisy Ginger out for dinner.
Seeing him made Daisy Ginger think of the little boy she saw at noon.
He looked so much like Edward Stephens...
While eating in the western restaurant, Daisy Ginger couldn’t help but ask, "Your and Charlotte’s child..."
The man cutting steak for her held the silver dining knife. Upon hearing her question, his slender fingers with distinct joints slightly tightened, and he silently raised his head to look at her.
Daisy Ginger noticed his face suddenly darken and regretted asking such a presumptuous question.
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