Chapter 311: Chapter 310 "I Think It’s Dirty.
After Daisy Ginger had been missing for a whole half month, Edward Stephens finally dialed that phone number.
"Let’s make a deal."
"..."
"You bring her back to me, and I’ll return to the United States."
The man’s deep chuckle: "What makes you think you have the qualification to bargain with me?"
Edward slowly leaned his back against the sofa, "If you don’t bring her back, do you think you have any way to control me?"
"..."
He began to laugh slowly.
"She’s my weakness now," Edward said softly, "I handed her over to you. If you really want me to listen to you, you wouldn’t let go of this leverage."
Robert Stephens was silent for a while before he said indifferently, "Will you listen in the future?"
"Probably."
"Is this the sincerity with which you are bargaining with me?"
"If I say I will, do you believe me?"
"Edward," Robert seemed to laugh, his tone low, carrying a bit of sly charm, "Have I spoiled you? To make you speak to me in such a manner?"
"You bring her back, I’ll go back to United States with you," Edward repeated, "I don’t have time for arguing with you. By the way, get Charlotte Smith back for me."
"Ha." The man laughed coldly, a trace of amusement, "...So unfeeling? I thought you quite liked her. With Daisy Ginger gone, having her accompany you would be nice. Women of the Smith family are well-known among the noble families."
Edward: "I find it dirty."
He hung up the phone, turned his head, and saw a small silhouette standing at the staircase, not sure for how long.
Seeing him look over, Charlotte Smith said in a low voice: "...Second Young Master, lunch is ready."
Edward said: "You’re leaving for Los Angeles today."
"..." Charlotte lowered her head, softly replied, "...Alright."
She was obedient, as if she had no temper, anyone could kick her face with their foot.
Edward glanced at her, his brows furrowed involuntarily, seeming somewhat disgusted, and withdrew his gaze.
*
Daisy Ginger intended to hide.
Truly did not want to have any more involvement with the Stephens family.
She took Alice’s ashes to a remote town in Banyan City, a place of mountains and water, the transportation was not developed, with only one bus a day, it took her three full days to finally arrive.
Edward did not know that she didn’t just leave home with Alice’s ashes, but also a fake ID.
The small town was remote, yet to require real names, even surveillance hadn’t reached here, living off the mountain and water, it was a place practically isolated from the world.
Perhaps even people from Banyan City wouldn’t know their city had such a poor place.
The reason Daisy Ginger knew about it was because Alice had brought her here for sketching many years ago.
Alice lived for love and art, she loved simply and passionately, when her love wilted, her life had already reached its end.
Daisy Ginger had accepted the fact that she was not worth Alice living on, but she still loved Alice, still hoped she would rest in a place she liked.
She wouldn’t be happy to be buried beside Gabriel Ginger.
This place, she should like.
*
The small town surrounding the mountains had a shimmering lake.
When she was little and came here with Alice for sketching, she had the fortune to get on a boat with Alice and play.
Daisy Ginger scattered Alice’s ashes into the lake water.
A little was saved, put into a glass jar and kept close.
Then, she rented a small row house by the lake, planning to live here for a while.
"Miss Lesser," someone knocked at the door, speaking in a heavy Banyan City accent, "Are you up? I made some noodles, come to my house for lunch!"
Daisy lived here using Alice’s name, after all, it was her mother’s, using it didn’t feel burdensome.
The young men and women of the town had gone out to work, leaving only the kids, old, sick, and disabled behind. Hardly any young girl would come to rent a house here, Daisy had stayed for a week, practically living off everyone’s hospitality, the simple folk’s kindness was shocking.
Daisy hadn’t woken up, disturbed by the noise, walked out feeling a bit groggy.
"Oh Miss Lesser, the sun is high, and you’re still sleeping?" Granny Dixon teased, warmly pulling her hand, "My dumplings are nearly done, come, let’s eat!"
Daisy was still in pajamas, feeling embarrassed being dragged out, she was truly a bit afraid of the people’s enthusiasm here.
"Let me brush my teeth first," Daisy pulled her hand back forcefully, "I’m not hungry yet..."
Granny Dixon looked at her, "You’re not eating properly, that’s why you’re skinny like my grandson, needing someone to chase you with bowl in hand!"
Granny Dixon’s grandson was the snot-nosed little kid in the dirt nearby, running around the hills.
Daisy felt deeply humiliated!
After much persuasion, she finally coaxed Granny Dixon away.
"Brush your teeth quickly and come over!" Walking away, she enthusiastically waved, "The dumplings aren’t nice if they sit too long!"
Watching her leave, Daisy returned to her room and looked at herself in the mirror, touched her face.
Could she really be so likable?
But why, in the end, did everyone leave her...
Her gaze dimmed, she lowered her head to squeeze the toothpaste, slowly began brushing her teeth.
*
Once the pace of life slows down, it seems the mind begins to rust as well.
Escape doesn’t solve problems, but not escaping seems to solve nothing either.
After having lunch at Granny Dixon’s, Daisy took her fishing rod, leisurely walked to the lake.
Following behind was Granny Dixon’s snot-nosed little grandson.
The child talked a lot.\p>
"Are you sure you can fish, want me to teach you?"
"Did you dig out worms? I can dig for you, one penny a piece, I’ll get you five."
"If you can’t catch any fish, I won’t laugh at you."
"Hey, how come you’re not talking!"
...
Daisy set up a chair, began fishing from the lakeside.
The child watched as she skillfully pulled out worms from the bucket, threaded them on, sniffed discontentedly, "So you’re not afraid of worms then."
Daisy glanced at him, "Who said I was afraid?"
"You city folks, aren’t you all scared of caterpillars." The child showed disdain.
Daisy finished threading the worms, leisurely cast the fishing rod, ever since coming here, she became fascinated with fishing, such a rightful and peaceful waste of time, suited her best now.
"I’m not afraid of bugs."
Daisy said.
The child sniffed, "What are you afraid of then?"
"..." Daisy glanced at him, "I’m afraid of snails."
Child: "..."