Chapter 228: Chapter 228: "Daisy Ginger.
Abigail Perry was terrified, thinking Daisy Ginger was going to kill her.
She never expected that breaking one of her toys would provoke such a big reaction.
Abigail Perry struggled pathetically on the ground, shouting "Help" and "Murder!", and finally started coughing intermittently, only able to make faint sounds, unable to call out anymore.
It seemed like she was more out of breath than taking it in.
"Daisy Ginger."
Edward Stephens’ deep voice sounded from behind Daisy Ginger.
Daisy Ginger was slightly startled, her blank expression gaining some rationality. She looked up at Edward Stephens, the man who had unknowingly walked up beside her, gazing at her intently.
She pursed her lips, released Abigail Perry’s neck, then turned around to pick up the torn-in-half, stuffing-spilled teddy bear from the ground.
Inside the teddy bear were wires and a small black box that seemed like it could make sounds, reminding Edward Stephens of such recording toys that were very popular back in his place.
Daisy Ginger lowered her head, holding the bear, then lifted her head to look at Edward Stephens.
Her gaze was very clear, so clear that nothing inside could be discerned; she just looked at him deeply several times, then turned around, ignoring Abigail Perry who was cursing on the ground, and walked away.
Edward Stephens bent down, picked up a clump of cotton from the ground, twisted it, then casually blew it away.
"Call the police! You guys call the police!" Abigail Perry clutched her neck, leaning on the sofa and yelling, "I want her in jail! You all saw it, she was trying to kill me just now! Intentional murder, that’s illegal!"
Edward Stephens turned around, leisurely walked in front of Abigail Perry, and looked down at her.
"..." Abigail Perry’s curses slowly faded under the man’s gaze.
For some reason, being stared at by Edward Stephens’ nonchalant eyes, she felt a fear like being watched by a snake.
The biological instinct made her palms sweat, and this feeling was even more terrifying than when Daisy Ginger was choking her just now.
"If you keep making trouble like this, I can’t guarantee you’ll continue freeloading at the Ginger Residence." The man put his hands in his pockets, leaning slightly toward her pale face. His tone was light, without any sense of threat, rather casual. "Emily needs you to take care of her, take care of her well, and don’t make trouble anymore, hmm?"
"..." Abigail Perry’s face turned paler. She looked up at Edward Stephens, summoning the courage to grab his pant leg under the man’s indifferent gaze, "Edward, Emily needs you, right? You still like Emily, don’t you? Help me, help me take care of her, she’s only twenty-four, she can’t live like this forever..."
Edward Stephens coldly kicked away her hand, stepped back a few steps, looked at the woman lying on the ground, meeting her incredulous gaze, his tone aloof: "Don’t show up in front of me anymore. I’m only helping you out of past sentiment. Since she’s been discharged now, it shows she can live independently. From now on, I have nothing to do with you."
Abigail Perry was stunned.
Edward Stephens withdrew his gaze, no longer paying any attention to her, and turned to walk out of the hall.
Daisy Ginger had been hospitalized for so long, but apart from her two friends, no family came to visit her.
Emily Ginger got sick, at least Abigail Perry was there to take care of her.
To talk about who’s more pitiful, it definitely isn’t Emily Ginger.