The man put down the knife and fork in his hands and leaned back against the chair, his expression lightly somber.
The private room in the western restaurant fell into a brief silence.
"Edward..."
Daisy Ginger just wanted to break this silence when Edward Stephens suddenly spoke.
"It's already three years old, do you want to take a look?"
His tone sounded somewhat sarcastic.
"..." Hearing this, she couldn't quite describe her feelings. Although what happened back then had little to do with her, in Edward Stephens' view, she had schemed against him.
Now, he didn't even want to haggle over the past dirtiness with her. Time couldn't erase the pain in his heart, yet he still loved her.
Edward Stephens finally started eating the steak.
"My mom and brother have been taking care of him. If you like, you can also go see him."
