The phone held in her hand was snatched away in an instant by the other party.
"My phone!"
Daisy called out instinctively, watching as the person disappeared into the crowd, furrowing her brows in frustration.
A man hurried over and pulled her up from the flower bed, his expression more serious than ever: "Are you alright?!"
Daisy was still upset about her phone, all her unbacked up data was in it, lost forever now!
She clutched Edward Stephens' hand, "Let's go to the police!"
The man held her shoulders, looking at her face, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
His demeanor was so severe that Daisy calmed down a bit, she checked herself and shook her head, "It seems...no."
"..." Edward didn't speak, he only reached out to hold her hand, turning her palm over to see the scratches left by the flower bed.
Daisy's tender palm was scraped, dirtied with a mix of soil and blood.
He gripped her wrist tightly, seemingly releasing a long-held breath, his entire body relaxed a little.
