In the distance, a black car drove towards her, and Emily Ginger was caught in the headlights. For a moment, she felt like a frog on a dissection table, shivering uncontrollably.
The car passed by and drove away into the distance; it turned out to be a stranger's vehicle.
She lifted her head and looked desperately at the brightly lit villa ahead of her, knowing Edward Stephens was there on the third floor, where the lights were on. He could save her from this urgent crisis; he surely wouldn't abandon her...
But she no longer had time to beg Daisy Ginger to let her in to find him...
Emily Ginger's gaze slowly returned to where she had seen Daisy's icy demeanor. Her pale lips moved slightly, but in the end, she said nothing, slowly turning around, her slender figure gradually disappearing into the dark rainy mist.
Daisy Ginger crossed her arms and stood under the eaves, watching her sister's retreating back for a moment, her brow furrowed.
What was she up to?
