Daisy Ginger heard this and couldn't help but smile, "It seems she only knows you."
Edward Stephens slightly furrowed his brows, detecting the sarcasm in Daisy's words. He seemed too lazy to argue with her and remained silent.
Daisy wasn't in the mood to quarrel with him here. She raised her head and looked at Emily Ginger standing behind Edward. Emily clung tightly to Edward's back, her expression somewhat panic-stricken. Her demeanor was nothing like what you'd expect of a woman in her twenties—fear, anxiety, tension, and a bit of... curiosity.
Daisy stared into her unfamiliar eyes, and a complex mix of emotions surged from her chest, almost overwhelming her.
She stepped forward and stood in front of Edward. When Emily saw her approaching, she was so nervous she didn't know what to do. This demeanor overlapped with how she used to react when facing Daisy, causing Daisy to feel slightly dazed.
"Daisy," Edward said with a steady face, reminding her, "She's a patient now."
