Chapter 250: Chapter 250: Tsk, aren’t they getting along quite well?
Daisy Ginger gave her a strange look, then opened the door and walked out, coldly scolding the servants, "Is it that when I’m not home, you’re too lazy to even cook? I spend so much money a month to hire you, not so you can lay around and rest in my house!"
The servants couldn’t help but voice their grievances.
A chubby-faced maid said aggrievedly, "Miss, we did cook for Miss Emily. But Miss Emily didn’t want to open the door, and we can’t... force her to open it, can we?"
Another servant chimed in, "Exactly. Miss, yesterday Mrs. Leighton went to bathe Miss Emily and got scratched hard on the arm by her; there are still five finger marks!"
"..." Is Emily Ginger really so fierce at home?
Daisy frowned, glancing at the group of complaining servants. They were so incompetent, unable to handle such minor issues, yet they came to whine to her.
She led Emily Ginger out of the room and ordered the servants to take her for a walk in the garden. The servants, nervously holding Emily’s hand, breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t resist.
Emily had always been timid in front of Daisy, and even now, in her confused state, she was no different. Peeking at Daisy with grievance in her eyes, seeing Daisy staring coldly back, she dared not say another word and was led downstairs.
The second young miss, who hadn’t left her room since returning from the hospital, was finally out in the sun today, to the astonishment of the Ginger Residence’s servants, who couldn’t refrain from gathering at the door to watch.
Daisy, arms crossed, stood at the doorway watching Emily saunter through the garden under the servant’s guidance. She couldn’t help thinking that Emily didn’t seem as terrible as Abigail Perry had described. Either Abigail exaggerated or Daisy was just naturally good at caregiving.
Emily wandered in the garden for half an hour before coming back.
She sat on the sofa, hugging her knees, seemingly sulking, head down, neither looking at Daisy nor engaging with anyone.
Daisy stood before her, gazing coldly, with no consideration of aggravating the patient, directly saying, "Your mom is in the hospital now, and will likely spend the rest of her life there. Your guardianship is in my hands now. If you don’t behave, I’ll toss you out to sweep the streets. Understand?"
Emily, hugging her knees, lifted her head upon hearing this, eyes reddened, looking at her, seeing Daisy’s indifference. Tears streamed down her face.
She always had a face like a delicate flower. Even though she was now slow-witted, her crying still invoked pity. The servants who had cared for her since childhood rushed over to comfort and embrace her, seeing her tears.
Pushed aside, Daisy: "..."
Hmph, isn’t this relationship quite good?
Daisy couldn’t help but roll her eyes, cursing Abigail in her mind again. Can’t take care of her daughter properly and pushes the blame on her—it’s despicable!
She withdrew her gaze, feeling a bit bored, and sent a text to Edward Stephens.
Daisy: "I’m back. What are you up to?"
Edward replied with a book cover.
Yet another thing she couldn’t understand.
Casually chatting with him, she walked to the door, telling the old family butler, "Take good care of her. I’m leaving."
"Miss," the old butler called after her.
Daisy turned her head, glanced at him, only to find the usually slightly intimidated old man with slightly reddened eyes, saying to her, "Remember to come back and visit."