EuropeNovelChapter 137: Chapter 136: Breaking off the Engagement
Daisy Ginger slowly withdrew her gaze, turned her body, and calmly walked towards the direction of the elevator
not far away.
Edward Stephens turned his head, looking at Daisy Ginger’s back.
Today she wore a thin black dress with a round neck, sharply tailored, straightening her silhouette.
Watching Daisy Ginger enter the elevator, the man looked away, took a puff of his cigarette, his brow slightly
furrowed, his injured fingers clenched for a moment, and unfrozen blood droplets dripped down from the
reopening wound on the back of his hand.
He felt somewhat irritable, the dry weather of winter making him feel a certain discomfort.
*
Daisy Ginger got into the car, somewhat tired, resting her arm on the steering wheel, burying her head in her
forearm, taking a deep breath.
Feeling hardly able to breathe.
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Her heart was tense, as if blocked by a huge stone.
Thoughts scattered.
Regret, anger, frustration, discard, and profound exhaustion seeping from her bones.
Have I truly made a mistake—
Was it wrong from the start?
Knowing Edward Stephens lost his memory and stayed with Emily Ginger, shouldn't have tried to save this
relationship?
She didn’t know how to deal with Edward Stephens who didn’t love her; possessiveness was wrong, anger was
wrong, even being kind to him was wrong.
Daisy Ginger sighed softly in resignation; only when all the boiling emotions in her chest had cooled did she lean
back in the leather chair, closing her eyes, lighting a cigarette.
That was the last cigarette in her bag.
She vaguely realized that she had been smoking more frequently recently.
This wasn’t good news.
Something once used to refresh her now seemed to be used to drown her sorrows.
She didn’t understand why she turned into this despite Edward Stephens already returning.
Clearly, he was the one who initially told her to wait, yet he was also the first to let go; her mother had forgotten
her, and Edward Stephens had also forgotten her—the two people she loved most abandoned her eight years
ago.
Daisy Ginger’s brow was tightly furrowed; she bit her lips, her face slightly distorted by pain.
Why am | the only one who has been left behind.
Why am | the only one suffering so much now.
She knew she couldn't blanyone, yet her heart had a lingering, unnamable grievance.
*
A month later, the Linton family presented the Ginger Residence with a withdrawal from the engagement.
The procedure of withdrawing from the engagement was handled by Daisy Ginger on behalf of Abigail Perry; she
could hardly say anything more.
With Emily playing mad, the Linton family would never marry a mad young mistress into their doorstep—this was
the reality.
Those wealthy wives who once befriended Abigail Perry all received the news and were gone in a flash; no one
visited Abigail Perry, who accompanied Emily Ginger daily by the hospital bed; meanwhile, Abigail Perry seemed
to realize the importance of her daughter after Emily Ginger’s illness, disconnecting with those wealthy wives.
The day lan Linton and Emily Ginger withdrew from their engagement, he suddenly called and asked if she could
go out for a drink after work.
Daisy Ginger listened to his hoarse, painful voice on the phone; she hesitated for a moment but agreed.
The meeting place was a nearby music bar; after work, Daisy Ginger arrived at the bar and saw lan Linton sitting
in decay at the bar counter. Upon seeing her, he waved a hand.
She hadn't met lan Linton for almost a month, and feeling somewhat unfamiliar seeing him at this moment.
His hair had grown, and there was a patchy stubble on his chin. In the dim bar light, he seemed much more
disheveled than before.
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