He had no idea how long he had been standing there.
Nor did he know how much he had overheard.
Evidently just a three-year-old child, but being stared at by his pitch-black eyes, Daisy Ginger was covered in goosebumps.
Indescribably frightening.
"Your name is George, right." Daisy forced herself to greet him, the child gave her a cold glance, said not a word, held onto his ball, turned around, and left.
"..." What was that? Did she offend him again?
Daisy shook her head somewhat helplessly, feeling a bit unlucky.
A rare moment of whispering with Edward Stephens was overheard by this little brat.
Could it be that he doesn't want her to be his stepmother?
She didn't want a spooky son either...
*
Fearing that George might sneak something into her room again, Daisy stayed inside all day, even having her meals brought to her by Elena Raven.
