Daisy Ginger called a cab and returned to the Ginger Residence.
It seemed Abigail Perry and Emily Ginger had just finished eating. The mother and daughter were arm in arm, coming out, and when they saw her, they both paused slightly.
Daisy had not been home for nearly a month.
At this sudden encounter, they seemed like strangers, with a touch of awkward detachment.
Daisy extinguished her cigarette, tossed her briefcase to the nearby servant, and walked straight upstairs without looking sideways.
"Sister."
Emily's voice softly sounded from behind.
Daisy's footsteps halted, and she turned her head; her striking features were sharp and cold.
Emily's demeanor carried an innate gentle softness. She lifted her eyes to look at her and said to Daisy, "I'm getting engaged to Ian on the third of next month. Sister, you haven't been home these days, and I didn't dare disturb you. Please don't mind."
Daisy stood in place, looking at Emily for a moment.
