When Edward Stephens slowly walked over, little Daisy Ginger already had a pink scarf filled with bows, a pair of small black gloves, and a cup of milk tea in her hands, with a steaming flatbread placed next to her.
Even though she was surrounded by a group of women, the child looked unperturbed, her pretty face showing no emotion, as she gazed forward with big, wide eyes.
"The child's dad is here!"
Because some nosy woman shouted, Edward Stephens paused in his steps as the crowd before him automatically parted, making way for him.
Edward, who had stopped in his tracks, thought: "..."
Are they blind?
His expression immediately darkened as he raised his eyes to look at the child sitting on the bench. The child holding a cup of milk tea, with dark eyes, was also staring at him.
