The man was slightly startled and instinctively called her: "Daisy..."
Daisy Ginger's eyes gradually became glazed over, and she slowly lowered her head. Tears, pooled in her eyes, began to fall.
They splashed onto the cold, tiled floor.
"Why did you deceive me?" Her voice was very soft, "You should know, the thing I despise the most in my life is deceit."
Her entire life was composed of lies and waiting.
In her youth, the father she adored most deceived her by keeping a mistress and having a daughter the same age as her;
Later, Lady Stephens deceived her to save her only son;
And now, this man before her had deceived her twice.
She trusted him so much, yet he had deceived her once again.
Unforgivable.
Unpardonable.
She was always a woman spoiled beyond measure, unable to tolerate even a speck of dust in her eyes. For his sake, she forgave Lady Stephens for her previous deceit, and over the years, she hadn't even visited her father's grave once.
