Chapter 130: Chapter 130: You Definitely Don’t Love Me Anymore
Her breathing was a little unsteady, tears were about to fall, and she turned her head to look out the window.
Sometimes, there was resentment in her heart.
If Alice Lesser were here, meeting Edward Stephens, she might not be so clueless as she is now.
The people who could tell her what to do were no longer around.
Alone, she explored, persisted, and became scarred. Perhaps there was a better solution between her and Edward Stephens, but by herself, she really couldn’t find the direction.
All she knew was to stake everything and wait, to hold on to him with all her strength, but she didn’t know how to let go.
And these were things that her mother should have gently guided her through.
"You surely don’t love me anymore," Daisy Ginger said in a muffled voice, "No mother would leave her daughter alone for eight years without caring. Never."
*
"Miss Ginger."
The chubby caregiver approached cautiously with a full face of smiles and called out to her.
Daisy Ginger didn’t like her fawning smile, but since she worked diligently, she didn’t mind. As long as she took good care of Alice Lesser, everything else was trivial.
"How many days has it been since my mother washed her hair?" Daisy Ginger lightly furrowed her brow, "Her hair feels a bit coarse, remember to give it some care."
"It was just washed yesterday," the caregiver hurriedly said, "I worked really hard on it, you know, Miss Lesser doesn’t like washing her hair or bathing..."
After Alice Lesser fell ill, her once obsessive cleanliness changed drastically, and she began to dislike water.
Daisy Ginger knew she couldn’t blame the caregiver for this, so she nodded, "Take good care of her, and I’ll increase your pay next month."
The caregiver’s small eyes immediately lit up, and she smiled as brightly as a sunflower, "I will, I treat her like my own daughter!"
"..." Daisy Ginger was silent for a moment, glanced at her bright smiling face, pinched her tired brow, and continued, "She’s been losing a bit of weight recently, don’t just give her porridge all the time. Have someone make her some nourishing soup; she’s too thin now."
"Yes, yes, I’ll have someone make old hen soup tomorrow," the caregiver nodded eagerly.
Daisy Ginger acknowledged with a "Hmm," checked the time, and turned to leave.
*
She returned to the villa, and it was almost eleven o’clock.
Daisy Ginger had a bit of noodles cooked by the housekeeper, then tiredly went upstairs to rest.
These days, she had been so busy with work that she hardly had time to think about her situation with Edward Stephens—perhaps subconsciously she didn’t want to think about it—the result being that she was physically exhausted, falling asleep as soon as she hit the bed.
Having no time to eat, she clearly felt that she was a bit physically weak in the past few days; if this continued, she would get sick again.
Getting sick because of Edward Stephens would really be a lose-lose situation, not worth it.
Daisy Ginger struggled, picked up her phone, sent a text to Oliver Rubio, telling him she would take a day off tomorrow, then closed her eyes and fell asleep the next second.
Morning.
On the black marble dining table, there were purple roses.
They swayed in the wind, emitting a faint, elegant fragrance.
Daisy Ginger leaned back in her dining chair, crossed her legs, held a coffee cup, drank coffee, and admired the bouquet of roses, feeling very satisfied.
Only a fool like Edward Stephens would like silly blooming flowers like sunflowers.
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Realizing she was thinking about Edward Stephens again, Daisy Ginger’s movement of drinking coffee paused slightly, then she pursed her lips in some annoyance and drank the unsweetened coffee in one gulp as if out of resentment.