The hospital room was silent, no one would give her an answer.
The boy she waited eight years for would never come back;
And her mother had long forgotten the way home.
Daisy Ginger opened the door and calmly left the hospital room.
The female nurse sat on the bench; seeing her come out, she stood up in a fluster, only to see Daisy walking past her without a glance, leaving without looking back.
There were no traces of sadness on her, her back straight as she left, high heels clicking on the tiles, composed and unhurried.
Carrying a faint yet intimidating aura.
She was still that young, billionaire Director Ginger.
*
Daisy Ginger returned home, and it was nearly midnight.
As she opened the door, she saw Charlotte Smith lying asleep on the sofa.
Hearing the door open, the petite woman slowly sat up and politely and properly called her, "Miss Ginger."
Daisy barely acknowledged her, just giving her a slight glance, then took off her black trench coat and hung it on the rack.
