Daisy Ginger was stunned for a moment, seeing the blood on Edward Stephens' hand suddenly drench his entire wrist. Her eyes were wide with rage, struggling frantically.
Edward Stephens kicked back, the blade stuck in his knuckles, unable to pull it out. The person quickly abandoned the knife and retreated, letting out a quiet chuckle.
Edward Stephens turned around, shielding Daisy Ginger behind him, and looked up towards Ian Linton standing not far away.
He was as usual in a white shirt and black pants, clean and tidy. His face had a gentle and refined expression, no different from when they first met, except the back of his fair hand was stained with the blood that had splattered from his palm. That bit of blood lent a murderous aura to his gentleness.
"Daisy," Edward Stephens looked at Ian Linton, but his voice was directed at Daisy Ginger, "I'm fine, calm down."
