In the next almost ten minutes, neither of them spoke another word.
Erin Ginger glanced around at both Erin Ginger and Edward Stephens, then went over obediently and sat down next to Daisy Ginger.
He was a smart little child, and although he didn't quite understand what his mom and dad were discussing, he knew it wasn't his time to speak up.
Edward Stephens leaned against the wall, closing his eyes briefly, his complexion as pale as the wallpaper behind him, exuding a chill of serious illness.
After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes, his dark eyes landing on Daisy Ginger, who was not far off, her eyes lowered and her expression calm. He spoke gently, "I did all this not to separate us, Daisy."
His voice carried a hint of hollow coolness.
Daisy Ginger's words saddened him.
Daisy Ginger looked up at him, "Did you consider my feelings while doing all this?"
"..."
